Well that was a lovely Thanksgiving Holiday, don’t you think?
We left Thursday morning, at 8, because I was paranoid about the border. In fact, I did not sleep a wink that night. I tried and tried, but at 5 am, I gave up and took a shower. From then on, I paid close attention to the border cams. My goal was to avoid any holiday traffic. We had one car in front of us, that’s it. I don’t know if it got worse later. I do know it probably sucked on Black Friday. I read somewhere that Canadian shoppers start hitting the border about 3 am to make it to the stores down in Seattle that open at 5 am. I bet the border is a mess.
Came home Sunday night. It’s bitter-sweet for me. I am a person who really does not like to spend too much time away from home. I can’t think of a time I was not happy to arrive home from a trip. I like to be surrounded by my stuff. My tv, my couch, my kittens, my bed. But I like the way I feel when I am down there.
I like being close to my family, especially right now. And I love that every day I had something I wanted to do or somewhere I wanted to go. There were people there who wanted to spend time with me. I am surrounded by familiar things that I’ve known for the past 21 years. Things work the way I expect. Like Dr Pepper at am/pm and hulu.com. (I think Wil would like to live in the States simply for hulu.com.)
I feel more alive and vibrant down there. More, for lack of a better word, liked. I guess 19 years in one city will do that for you.
Nonetheless, the kittens were ecstatic to see us. (Pru has been following me every where I go, since we got home.) My bed is the most comfortable bed in the world and it’s good to be home.
American Things, besides our Thanksgiving, that Wil got to see:
- Downtown Seattle at night, decorated for Christmas.
- West Seattle
- Bellevue Square Mall, especially Macy’s.
- PF Chang’s for lunch.
- Ruby’s Diner for lunch.
- Beer for sale at the grocery store.
- “The Road” at a matinée price of $8.
- My family and friends, although technically Louise is Scottish.
- Restoration Hardware
- My uncle singing Christmas carols in the fake snow at Pacific Place with his Barbershop Quartet.
He did not go to Target with me.