The days between Christmas and New Year’s Eve may be the strangest that the year has to offer. It’s a no man’s land in a sense: there’s no sense of time or urgency in these days. Wednesdays slip into Thursdays and Thursdays slip into Saturdays without anyone realizing or even batting an eyelash over where Friday disappeared to. I might be weird and it may shock some considering my love of Christmas, but these are my favorite days of the year. There’s something refreshing about losing the stress culture society’s gotten us to buy into over the years: anything is possible in these days.
This year, I’m spending these days doing things I love to do. I’m writing blog posts, I’m taking photos, I’m spending time with loved ones. And so far, these days have been wonderful. Wednesday, I spent the day watching Marvelous Mrs. Maisel with my mom before eating at an all you can eat sushi restaurant nearby for dinner. There was nothing extravagant about the day, but that’s what made it so wonderful– there was no stress, no pressure, no worries.
Thursday, I went into New York City with my mom to go to Blue Box Cafe at Tiffany’s.
I have wanted to go here since they opened and so, a month ago, I frantically got on my computer exactly at 9 AM to make a reservation and I will admit, those minutes were some of the most stressful of my life as I watched reservations be booked out for the day in only five minutes. But, it was all worth it. I don’t think there’s a better way to deserve my love for Tiffany’s than by providing my favorite monologue from all of Breakfast at Tiffany’s:
“The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you’re afraid and you don’t know what you’re afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling? …Well, when I get it the only thing that does any good is to jump in a cab and go to Tiffany’s. Calms me down right away. The quietness and the proud look of it. Nothing very bad could happen to you there. If I could find a real-life place that’d make me feel like Tiffany’s, then — then I’d buy some furniture and give the cat a name!”
There is nothing like Tiffany’s and no better time to enjoy it than this strange little holiday season. After Tiffany’s, my mom and I continued to enjoy the city, browsing through Bergdorf’s and Bendel’s, before making it to New York’s craziest spot: the Christmas tree. Even with all the crowds and the pushing and shoving, I can’t help but marvel at it. It’s spectacular.
Looking forward from here, my plans aren’t so clear. I’ll meet some friends here and there, work on my blog and internship applications, and just enjoy these moments. The thing about these days is that they are very finite: I know the second the clock strikes midnight and rings in 2019 that it is all over. The dates will become clear again, everyone will be back to work– I’ll have only a week left at home before I return to school again and a new semester will begin. In these days, it’s like the whole world is Cinderella at the ball, but reality will strike again. For now, I plan to appreciate these days as much as I can and take joy in whatever life gives to me.