Three cities, seven days. That right there describes my Thanksgiving week. For the most part, I was in Boston–comically without appropriate cold weather wear, might I add #californianwimp–with my family and my brother-in-law's clan celebrating Turkey Day. But because I was feeling particularly ambitious about pursuing quality family time and also (mostly) because I was missing my furry nephews something bad, I decided to pop on over to Seattle to crash at my sister's for the first half of the week. What can I say–I can never resist America's northern corners.
So, if we're talkin' "thankful" as a general theme, then a job with the flexibility to work remotely has got to be at the top of my gratitude list. And donuts, too. Donuts do well on this list, especially the creamy custard-filled, sugar-coated donuts from General Porpoise.
Hard-working, kind, brilliant coworkers who I'm genuinely grateful and excited to see every day–that goes on the list too. I like them so much that I managed to peel myself away from the aforementioned furry nephews to make it to our "Work from Seattle" cafe day. Also, the fact that enough of us were in Seattle to warrant a workday there is kind of incredible... really speaks to Seattle's allure, doesn't it?
Sweet, cuddly furnephews who trick me into offering them double doses of treats OBVIOUSLY I'm extra thankful for. All the furry friends in my life who bark and meow, actually, but these two have me wrapped around their dainty little paws and get a special mention.
My sister's apartment with the insane view that makes me go "wow" and dart outside every thirteen minutes for a photo of the Space Needle under sliiiiiightly different lighting. Waking up to this scene is crazy unreal. Never gets old, no matter how many times I visit.
Magic, that comes in the form of Fantastic Beasts & Where to Find Them as well as the chocolate-drizzled popcorn that accompanied it. A total goosebumps filled two hours that brought back many memories of waiting in line for Harry Potter movies in high school, countless nights hidden under the covers reading the latest installment.
Fancy schmancy dinners at chic steakhouses.
Crunchy, salty fries dunked into aioli.
Rainy day hotpot lunches with siblings who scoff at the idea of sharing. Go big or go home, as we say.
Cooking with them too, all crowded around the pasta bubbling away on the stove.
Most of all, I'm thankful to have the means to do something as perplexing as waking up at the crack of dawn to fly to Seattle for a couple of days and see my sister and brother-in-law who I'd see two days later in Boston. I'm thankful that I have these good, loving people in my life who I'd endure seven-hour flights (and more) to see. I'm thankful for warm hospitality and an abundance of food always and modern technology and lively cities to explore and my own cozy bed to return to after the excitement and the travels. So very thankful.