the cold

November 12, 2013 |  Category:   life

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It’s coming, I can feel it…winter. The loss of light at the end of the day is still a shock and the darkness disorients us in time. I caved and turned on the heat for the first time this season over the weekend. We pile the thick throw blankets around us now when we sit on the couch and reach for our slippers when our feet leave the warmth of our beds.

 

On Sunday we got in the car and drove and drove just watching the leaves and all the colors pass outside the car window, making a note of how the trees thinned the further we drove East into Long Island. The sudden starkness of the bare branches felt jarring, like being thrust forward in time instead of being gently rolled into the next season, but when we turned around and drove back west towards the city, the trees filled out again and I thought, no…winter isn’t here quite yet.

 
The night before we watched a movie in a theater—Gravity in 3D. Spectacular, but also slightly nauseating, like experiencing second hand vertigo. I still walk away from movies thinking, how did they do this? How did someone imagine this and make it so real? Movie making is magic; I envy those who have the imagination and the creativity to make that magic happen for those of us wanting a sliver of escapism.

 
On Sunday night, we ate dinner with family to celebrate C’s week long birthday celebration. Our table at the restaurant was filled every inch with small plates like most Korean restaurants do, and we each ordered our own individual bowls of comfort food while sharing small communal dishes. When we parted with my parents, we talked briefly about Thanksgiving which would be the next time we would go home. It’s only 2 and a half weeks away. Isn’t it funny that I refer to my parents’ house as “home” when I have never lived there? But I guess home isn’t a place. It can be, but mostly it’s a feeling.

 
I spent the day today distracted and annoyed by little disturbances, but ultimately was knocked out of my little bubble every time I read the news. Such sad things happening in the world right now. Some random, some premeditated, some completely beyond our control. Yes, we are the lucky ones. I try not to lose sight of that.

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  • Kiana November 13, 2013 at 9:10 am

    I love the imagery of your writing Jenna. Your first two paragraphs transported me. My husband and I live in Barcelona now but we still refer to Miami as home because our family lives there. But strangely enough, whenever we’re in Miami, we talk about going home to Barcelona. I guess you’re right. Home is a feeling.

  • Juju November 14, 2013 at 5:57 am

    this post reads like a short story!
    i love how you said home is a feeling.
    can’t wait to see your thanksgiving dinner photos. stay warm!

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