We didn’t get to go to the show last night because I lost the tickets, presumably in an inaccessible cavity behind my dashboard. It mostly-likely happened en route to the gas station on the way to Orlando. Attempts to excavate them from the vehicle’s ticket-eating vortex failed miserably. So that pretty much sucked.
I love it when my email inbox is empty. For me, that means everything I had to follow up on is complete. I keep all sorts of things in there, from calendar reminders to to-do lists, and I never delete a single one until it’s complete.
Tonight, for the first time in months, I once again have a clean inbox to look at :)
My cat learned how to open my bedroom door this morning. I woke up to the sound of the alarm clock and, before I was even on my feet, I heard him jumping outside of my bedroom. It sounded like he was scratching the door as he was jumping up and down. The next thing I saw was the door handle jiggling (it’s a handle, not a round knob). Finally, he got it to budge, pushed the door open, and pranced into the bedroom like a champ. Now that’s a smart cat.
Today I learned that having a unisexual name can increase the hilarity of sending a letter to one’s brother who is currently in Marine Corps Boot Camp. After writing the address in the girliest handwriting possible, I carefully adhered a Disney Cinderella stamp to the envelope and drew a cute little heart on the back just for reassurance. The result? A letter that’s sure to draw attention from the Drill Instructors and confuse my brother thoroughly. I wish I had a way of seeing his face when he gets the letter in a few days. It’s the simple things in life.
I arrived to see my Aunt, Uncle, and Cousins in North Carolina yesterday. I’m finally away from work, away from school, away from Florida, and away from most of the things that have been irritating me a lot lately. In a couple days I’ll be headed home for the holidays and, I have to admit, I’m not really looking forward to going back.
It’s funny. I used to think of Christmas as a passionate holiday with family, friends, cookies, music, presents…I could hardly wait for it each year. Christmas was my stepping stone every July when things weren’t looking up — I’d just think about how it was right around the corner and how great everything would be when it came. Now I wish it would never come. I guess it’s different when you don’t have a whole lot to believe in or celebrate. At least, that’s how it feels most of the time. I wish I could just skip it this year. It’s not that I don’t appreciate my family, it’s just not worth getting excited about when you can’t celebrate with all the people you love.
For the ones I can share this holiday with, Mom and Dad, I want you to know that you’re the ONLY reason I’m coming home for Christmas in two days. It’s not for the food or gifts, it’s for the family — even if it is just us. Merry Christmas.
