I was going to start another spiel about how long it's been and how much I've had to do and how much I'm sorry, but I pretty much do that every time so I'm just going to go straight to the point.
Today is my last chance to write for a week, because tomorrow I'm getting up at 4 and jumping on a plane to Dublin to start the long journey back home. We'll stay in the States for a weekend then go on a final flight. It would take a long time to work out how many flights I've been on, but it's a lot. I'm pretty sure I've already talked about how much I love plane journeys.
It's going to be strange being back home. I've been in England for nearly six months - longer than I've ever been in my life. COVID restrictions where I live are pretty heavy, so I don't when I'll be able to see my non-penpals. Plus I'll really miss @TheSillyDuck. It's quite funny how our friendship began, really - a friend of my parents' suggested we write, Duckie wrote, I wrote back, I thought she was friendly, I forgot to write, then we finally met, I thought she was fun, then we had the sleepover and boom - bestie. Talking til 3am is a good bonding experience. Haha.
The day before yesterday - the 28th of November, I'll never forget - it snowed! This was the first time I'd ever seen snow (ok, not the first time. But it felt like it). My siblings and I were unbelievably excited. We walked out of my grandma's apartment and tiny icing sugar-flakes were sailing down. As we drove to where we were staying the flakes got bigger and bigger and bigger and when we arrived, there was already a blanket of white. The minute I got out of the car I scooped snow off the roof of the car with my bare hands and got my dad in the chest. He said nothing. Spoilsport. Anyway, we had a mini snowball fight but had to go inside because of the cold. My unprotected hands were smarting.
The next day the snow was intact and we dressed up and piled out, our wool gloves covered in a plastic bag to keep the wet out (where we live, we are woefully lacking of snow, so we didn't have proper gloves, shoes, etc). First we threw some snowballs, then settled down to making a snowman. I soon discovered how to roll snow and made a middle for the snowman, then concentrated on rolling the biggest ball I could. It ended up being as big as a car tire and twice as heavy.
Also - major flashback - we celebrated Thanksgiving with some American friends! It was super fun, super huge, and super super super delicious. We should make pumpkin pie more often. Seriously, you guys are missing out if you haven't had pumpkin pie.
On that note, I end this one.
YOU ARE READING
The Personal Musings of a Piece of Cutlery
Non-FictionHave you ever wondered what goes on in the mind of a fork? Probably not. We've only just met, dear reader. You probably have lots going in your life. This is what's going on in mine.
