Well, it’s that time again folks. Time for Starbucks’ holiday cups. These cups bring up a mixture of both excitement and dread. On the one hand, Thanksgiving is approaching and I love all things Thanksgiving. On the other hand, my birthday is soon after and I’m just not quite done with 26 yet.
Don’t get me wrong, I love the Holiday Season in New York City. The festive lights, endless parties, and dreaded hangovers. As Ash knows better than anyone I LOVE a good fireplace. In fact, I was ready to live in a shithole just to have a fireplace a few years ago. Who am I kidding? I still totally would. Every single time I’m home with my parents during the cooler months I request a fire be made by my Dad so I can curl up under a blanket and read in front of it.
My ultimate vacation destination this winter is not a tropical beach, but a cozy weekend somewhere in New England where I have access to a stocked kitchen with more counter space than I can imagine. I will spend my time skiing (it’s been far too long), then cooking delicious dinners completele with soups, hot cocktails, and of course desert. All the while a fire roaring in the fireplace and my boyfriend cleaning the kitchen while I relax on the couch in a food coma.
A girl can dream, right?