thanksgiving in boulder, two years ago
it's 6:30 am and i'm up.
my little green mug of a coffee cup next to me. i like this green mug. it looks something like a plant-potter. it makes getting up easier.
i'm not a good traveler. have i mentioned this? i think have.
i'm one of those people that likes to leave hours and hours in advance so i can just sit at the gate. better safe than sorry, i say. so you can imagine how these new security screenings have me all aflutter.
here's the plan. subway to midtown. huge suitcase in tow (because for whatever reason i never managed to get a medium size one to my manhattan apartment). exercise class (perhaps physique will calm me before the travel?). and then to the airport. this is all plausible, doable.
i've even picked out a special outfit to wear on the plan. because i still believe in that--getting slightly dressed-up for such things. i'm not a sweatpants traveler, no sirree.
did you know thanksgiving is my favorite holiday? i've said this before. i think because it feels like a three-four-day-event more than any other holiday. i however, am not a fan of thanksgiving food, never have been. i've never enjoyed turkey (unless ground) and i'm not a stuffing person. i do however make a mean ice cream pie which basically consist of a a pre-made pie crust, three different flavors (often of the chocolate and toffee family) and crushed heath bars. let me tell you, it takes a real artisan to make this pie. and an artisan i am. we all have our own thanksgiving traditions. the ice cream pie? well, that's mine.
my family drinks champagne on the actual day. i am looking forward to this.
and for whatever reason there's nothing i want so much during my five-day-adventure than a fresh-out-of-the-oven-cinnamon-bun.
i'm even (wait for it) looking forward to the traditional family hike. and i. am. not. a hiker. but there you have it. the dogs come. we all pile in the cars. and if there's any snow or ice on the ground i tend to take a tumble at one or two different points.
and you know what i keep thinking about? thanksgiving two years ago. and this post. and not being able to bring a pair of jeans. and how this time i can. and how it's simultaneously so exciting. and so not a big deal.
i'm trying to leave my worries here in new york. my concerns about my day-jobs and my future. those nasty, little nagging feelings of disbelief and fear. because i get to escape for five days and i sure as hell don't want them catching a ride in my black suitcase. it's big. just not that big.