Happy December! It is officially Christmas. I fly home about a week from now, and I can’t wait. I want to go home.
I got sick last Friday so I spent a few days huddled in bed. I was lucky it happened on the weekend. On Wednesday, I taught Mom how to find her Apple Music replay on Wednesday: four of her top albums were Taylor Swift, and the other one was Bridgerton. Which is very her. Do you use Spotify? If so, my condolences. Apparently I listened to Sweater Weather 703 times.
This week has been largely uneventful. I figured out how to turn on the stovetop here and made ravioli. A few days ago, I got to identify pollen through a microscope. Here are a few pictures I took:
I also found a thin type of on-brand Cheez-its, which I didn’t think were in this country. I have a bag of normal ones here, but I’ve barely eaten them. It’s more about the tangibility of American snacks than the taste. From America thou art, and unto America ye shall return, you know? They’re definitely stale by now.
I suppose this time is about simple pleasures. I’ll write to you once more before going home. I really cannot wait. The airport is my best friend on the way back. I love you.
With love,
Alice