Today I went to Barnes and Noble and spent 115 dollars and several cents. I bought eight books. Eight. Although, to be fair, I'm only keeping six of them. One was for Gretchen and one was something that I originally bought for me and will struggle to part with but which I decided to give to you, Emilea, because your birthday gift is painfully overdue and because I realized that I picked it up for you in the first place. I might have to read/copy some first, though. It'll arrive soon enough. I'm still working on the flip flop.
Anyway, I got a Larry Levis collection- finally!!- and the new Billy Collins and three Evil Young Adult Book-types and a Moleskine weekly planner. I am excited.
I'm in Pennsylvania. I was miserable the first day and a half, but I'm warming up to it. I love my family. And I've been meeting all these new cousins/aunts/uncles that I had no idea existed. And it's funny because a lot of them have the same exact names as my other family members. Like, there is another Megan Barnett, who is twenty-something and about to get married and LOOKS EXACTLY LIKE MEGAN. It's weird. Also, there are writers. Two of them. My cousin Claire went to UNC. Apparently she's award-winning there. I have a cousin who goes to Columbia and majors in neuroscience (in other words, a supergenius cousin). Also... if any of you have like, wierd extended family that you don't know (third cousins, second cousins, removed cousins) do you ever look at a picture of somebody or see them walk in and you're like woah, that guy is (*jen voice*) attractive and then you find out he's related to you and you want to throw up? Because this has happened to me several times in the last few days. It is very disturbing and makes me want to go home because I am not related to anyone there, even distantly.
Something that does not make me want to throw up and/or go home:
My favorite uncle and his gorgeous and funny and fantastic and Burts-Bees-Gift-Box-Giving-To-Caroline girlfriend just got engaged. On Christmas Eve. They've been dating probably just as long as I've been alive. I'm singing at their wedding. All of my aunts cried when they came in and told us. I came pretty close to it. It makes me happy because I've been accidently calling her 'aunt' for forever. And because they're adorable, for middle-aged-people.
As much as I miss being home and all, I like being here for Christmas. It makes me think of how my grandma used to be before she had her stroke, and of walking down the street at night in big heavy coats on Christmas Eve with my dad and my sisters, singing christmas carols and being cliche and stupid, and when I was thirteen and my uncle felt bad because he had promised to come to one of my beach concerts and couldn't so he took me into the city with my aunt and got me a private tour of this big gorgeous concert hall in the city, and that time when Jamie was little and she collapsed on the staircase really late at night and started crying and saying 'too much christmas too much christmas'.
well, I've had just enough this year and I hope so have you.
Love,
Caroline
1 comment:
too much christmas. too much christmas!
haha, that's really funny. And yes, the woah he's attractive thing has happened to me before. But his friend that wasn't related to me was more attractive, so all was well. *shudder* Stupid Harry Potter epilogue. *grumble grumble*
You need to tell me how to send a shoe, because I was going to do that for Anna and I'm buying something for emilea, but I have to make sure it's not what you got her first.
And emilea, you don't have The Apple That Astonished Paris yet, do you?
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