I write to you fine people from the comfort of my bed. Kicking back has essentially become my job as of late, and I am not complaining. After The Move, I felt as though I never had a quiet moment–I was rushing from place to place, trying to see and absorb (mostly in food terms…) as much as I could, never taking a moment to breathe and realize “Damn, I have an entire year to experience every street, every piazza, every detail…”
So now, as the title of this post would suggest, I have been wrapping myself in a both literal and figurative blanket of things that make me feel warm and sleepy. I’ve been watching Disney films in French whilst eating fistfuls of these oddly addictive cookies that taste like what can only be described as “magical corn.” I’ve been knitting furiously, despite the fact that I am in no need of a wool beret and matching mittens in the midst of 90-degree heat. I’ve been slowly learning to appreciate the art of letter-writing.
For what a thrilling place I am in, my life must sound incredibly boring, non? But right now, I could not feel more content.
When I feel homesick, I turn on the soundtrack to A Charlie Brown Christmas.. The way I will always picture my home and my family is at Christmastime. Our house would always be full of people laughing; everything would smell like sugar and musky candles. Twinkling lights seemed to bounce off of every surface and illuminate the faces of everyone I loved. And Vince Guaraldi was always in the background. Always.