Derek is coming home with me for Thanksgiving on Wednesday. Everyone will be there. Dad, Mom, John, Val, Grandma, and MJ. I can't wait to spend all day baking with my mom and sit with everyone in front of the fire with a glass of Baileys or champagne. Amazing how much these little things mean to you when you grow up.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
In Boston there suddenly is a winter chill in the air that feels oddly comforting to me. Maybe it's that crisp pre-snow smell that makes me think of coming days of baking and staying in with a movie and a bottle of wine, or maybe it's the holidays, with all the bullshit-eschewing love and feasting and warm sweaters and dresses and lipstick and champagne flutes, or maybe it's an olfactory nostalgia for my first winter here, that first November-January almost two years ago now when I really felt like Massachusetts was my home, my friends here a new, bizarre ad-hoc family.