It’s not often that I miss Connecticut, but right now I’m sitting here in frong of a weird light therapy lamp on a grey Seattle day looking through pictures of the gorgeous (albeit crippling) snowstorm on the East Coast this weekend. Which makes me wish—just a little—that I were in my apartment in Stafford Springs, putting on boots and gloves to walk through the bright snow to the grocery store with Angela.
But I’m going to get in my car (gloveless and hatless) and drive off to get some excellent chai and help my mother decorate a Christmas tree instead. Which is also excellent.
