The contrast between this year’s Christmas Day and of 2012 was stark. Twelve months ago, my mom was in the United States celebrating with family and I was here in Cambodia with Allison, Nico, Giacamo, and Ritchie house sitting for our friend Dan. Allison and I woke up hungover as all get out and hurriedly found soccer socks to shove random what-nots into for Nico and Ritchie before they arrived- our Christmas gifts for our Christmas guests! Inside they found random massage coupons for Passion Spa, broken candy canes, Kurt Vonnegut/Chuck Palahniuk books, photos of our friends back in the States, tiny golden wedding gift spoons, and cigarettes- a stocking gift blend of a struggling college student, latch-key kid, and confused third cousin.
When I woke up this morning, I slipped into a silk blouse and debated between satin shorts or leather paneled leggings. I’m glad I went with the leggings because it’s a bone chilling 73 degrees Fahrenheit today with batches of what feels like sleet- but is only rain. I shivered on the back of the moto today on my way to work as pellets of rain splashed against my Ray Bans.
Yes, Washington friends, feel free to mentally face slap me with a gingerbread man.