This one feels weird this year. For reasons. How are you doing? Today I’m gonna go to a little celebration with some friends from work and watch the fireworks (I love my electric bicycle, I can go anywhere I want now). Yesterday I went into Seattle with some of them to show them around (we get lots of foreign college students), and the tour was wildly good given the two Brits said Seattle was “peaceful” (thoroughly wrong. I cannot overemphasize to you how wrong). I bought a record I don’t need (no record player) because I thought the cover looked cool. Yay adulthood! We also passed by where Mom and I used to live on 1st Ave: they’ve put metal bars in front of the door, which is worrisome, but someone put flowerbeds in my window. They’ve also kinda gentrified the place down closer to the market (tourist hub). Also went around to Uwajimaya (Asian grocery + funky stuff store) and got some bubble tea. Did you know you can report a place for selling Arizona Ice Tea for over 99 cents?
Otherwise, this week’s been pretty uneventful. I bought some pins. We’ve been going through Smartfood popcorn so fast. I got some tack and pinned a bunch of random stuff to my wall. Patriotism is about where it’s always been. I’m surprised anyone’s still celebrating given the current political climate. Like three people on my street have moved to Canada (I think they were already citizens). At least we still have, holiday snacks.
This holiday’s bittersweet because it marks a boundary to me: the boundary of the anniversary of the last time I saw you. We were definitely at the cabin at this time in 2016. I don’t remember the actual day we left. I think I’ve said it before, but if I knew what would happen, I would be there with you now. Are you going up Skinner’s Butte today? I have a very old memory of us huddled in a blanket there one 4th of July watching the fireworks. It was like we were peeking out of a cave. I miss you so much, Soren. There is nothing like this in the world.
With love,
Alice