Life is moving forward at such an intense pace right now.
I very much can’t afford this, but I don’t care. I’m sending a care package to the Italian for Christmas. He is going to be flying into Dallas the day after Christmas and as such, he will be missing out on Christmas with his family. To keep you in the loop: he is based in Dubai. His family is in Italy. He will be working a 15ish-hour flight the day after Christmas so he needs to spend Christmas in town, but of course all of his friends have left to spend the holiday with their families, so he’s going to be alone. I know he’s disappointed about this and I want to do what I can to cheer him up.
So! I checked into super stalker mode (c’mon, this is OD, y’all are stalkers, too) and tracked down which hotel he’ll be staying at in Dallas. Armed with their address and phone number, I will march into the UPS store (in my uniform, just to freak everyone out) and send off a box with a homemade black scarf that I crocheted (because I’m a nerd and because I thought it would be good to have something handmade in there), a pair of ear buds for his phone (because when we last spoke he said his were frayed), Starbucks coffee (because it seemed less reliant on personal taste than incense, which is what I really wanted to get him), and Hershey’s Kisses (because he loves chocolate and because he ends every conversation saying, "Kisses!").
I have to admit that this little project is so much more for me than it is for him. I thrive in an environment that allows me to take care of others and I’ve been so overwhelmed with life that focusing on his care package has helped to calm me down. It’s also the only chance I’ll have this year to wrap Christmas presents, which I genuinely love to do.
He has no idea that it’s coming. I wish I could be there to see his face when he gets it! For the first time this year, I’m actually excited for Christmas to arrive.