Here we are ending week 5, with the deadline for deconfinement looming (Dec. 15), waiting for President Macron to tell us what our fate is for Christmas. If we are still confined, there’s a chance I’ll be alone. At Christmas.
It’ll be my first Christmas without family—ever. But Covid is just a giant party pooper like that. I could become terribly sad thinking about it, but I’m going to Scarlett O’Hara that thought and think about it tomorrow. Today, it’s all about decorating. And it’s my birthday week, so even more reason to focus on the reasons to be grateful.
I decided to buy a tree this year in an effort to fully embrace my situation—my first tree in Paris as I usually go to the States—and I found a sweet little gem at one of the local florists. I picked up some lights at my Bricolex hardware store, and went to town on my house. I will be festive, Monsieur Macron be damned. I’m going to suck all the joy out of these days that I can.