Friday, December 16, 2011

Feelin' Festive!

It feels great having a WHOLE 5 hours to myself. No one knows where I am. No one cares. I feel so free. So, I went downtown Walla Walla. Main Street has Christmas lights everywhere! There's trees along both sides of the streets all lit up and cheery. Beautiful. I was thinking about Starbucks, but then I remembered this small coffee shop around the corner that I've been wanting to try, and decided to be a bit more adventurous. I walked in and was greeted with a sign that read the days special, "Elfin Good Latte." But I decided to be some-what safe and go with "White Christmas", a blend of white chocolate mocha with peppermint and a shot of espresso. It was perfect. I sat myself down at a small table next to the window, the Christmas lights hanging off the veranda's roof and on the trees across the street glistening at me. I got out my paper and pen and began my 5 page letter to one of my best friends. It was great. Someone leaving actually commented on how diligently I was working on SOMETHING and wished me the best of luck. Ha! I had my concentrated face on I guess, 'cause I was writing like a mad man, trying to write all I could before I forgot all that I wanted to say. Shoot, it feels good to have it all written down and out of my system.
I left feeling accomplished, but not ready for the fun to end. So I walked down the brightly lit streets, down a few blocks, and back, and then again, until I came upon a book store. I probably spent a good hour inside. I looked at traveling books and read and saw pictures of Eygpt. Man I want to get out of here and travel. The need to travel is a mysterious force, a desire to go runs through me equally with an intense desire to stay at home. An equal and opposite thermodynamic principle. When I travel, I think of home and what it means. At home I'm dreaming of catching trains at night in the gray light of Old Europe, or pushing open shutters to see Florence awaken. The balance just slightly tips in the direction of the airport. I eventually gave up the idea of looking at cookbooks, that would keep me there ALL NIGHT and I went outside to have the cold night air take my breath away. I walked along the street again, reminding me of a race track, but I figured if anyone thought I was weird it was their problem, besides, it was good exercise, I reasoned.
Finally the chill reached my bones and I decided it was a good time to head back. Somehow I managed to find a new route back to College Place without getting too horribly lost. I was heading in the right direction the entire time, and I was smart with my turns, that's a plus! It shows great improvment! I think I actually found a faster way to get there, if I can only remember it for next time! I dropped my letter off at the post office feeling so... merry, and headed home. It was a great night. Is it weird that hanging out with myself is so fun? I've never really done something like this before, make a date with myself, but I'll have to do it more often. And at the end of the night, I am eternally grateful for the abundance that is mine.

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