(For some reason, the paragraph breaks that I make aren't showing up in my posts.) Last September I moved to Texas to live with a friend of mine. There wasn't one big reason my I moved there from New England, just a lot of small reasons. Right around the top of the list, though, was that my friend, Craig, was living all alone there in a town where he'd only been for about a year and he didn't know many people. He had a couple friends from work and a couple friends from outside of work. He has family in New England but his immediate family live in Baltimore. I didn't like the idea of him spending the holidays by himself at his apartment. He'd moved to the new apartment just two months before I got there. The building itself is in a nice neighborhood in the hills, away from town. There are some big houses on the dead-end street, including the one across the street that has a ten-foot metal fence around it plus an automated gate at the end of the driveway. I call it the Kennedy compound. Craig's apartment is big- a large living room, two bedrooms, and two bathrooms. When I got there, there was almost no furniture. He had his big memory-foam bed in his room with no nightstand or dresser. The dining room had a round table with four chairs and a big black desk, and the living room had an old loveseat and a TV with a small table under it. The thing about the apartment is that it had box windows. I don't know if that's the right name- when I first moved in I didn't have a bed so when I got tired of curling up on the loveseat I would make a nest in the window box in my room and sleep there. I could stretch out because the window was more than six feet wide. After I'd been there a month we got a few things; the next-door neighbors had old couch and a couple matching end tables. I moved things around so that Craig now has a nightstand with a lamp on it. The loveseat went into my room to go with the full-sized mattress from Craig's friend. That's it. That's all the furniture that we had up until I moved out two weeks ago. It's all we needed too because he didn't want to be stuck with a lot of junk when it came time to move. To make the apartment into a home I had to be creative with what we had. I found a blanket to use as a tablecloth, put my books in the living room window box, bought basil, parsley, and rosemary plants to go by the sink, and painted a picture of my parents' late Boston terrier to hang over the kitchen door. I kept moving the couch and TV, trying to find the perfect set-up. The apartment went from being a place to sleep to being a home.
When Thanksgiving came we were low on money. In fact, we had about $40 and $20 of it needed to go to bills. Thanksgiving morning I walked to the supermarket in town and bought everything we needed and at 1pm we started eating. We didn't have the money for a ham or a turkey so I used an old recipe: half a pound of bacon chopped up and cooked in a soup bowl. Then you pull out the bacon and cook up a head of cabbage chopped thin with some chopped onion and a lot of salt and pepper. I also diced a loaf of bread, toasted and flavored the pieces, and then made stuffing. For a side dish I roasted potatoes, carrots, and onions with cinnamon and a little soy sauce. We started with black olives stuffed with bread crumbs, parm, and fresh parsley. I got us a two liter bottle of Canada Dry to go with dinner and coffee for afterwards. I bought a pie shell that came in a pie pan but the filling I made myself with fresh apples, sugar, cinnamon, and butter and I got a package of Andes Candies for our candy bowl. Everything came out perfect. I'd wanted to do more, but for $20 I think that's pretty good.
When Christmas rolled around we were doing great and had a lot more money. Even still, I didn't want to spend any money on Christmas decorations. I decided I'd make them instead. But when I looked around the apartment there was nothing to use. Then I thought about our backyard. There's a pine tree over the driveway and I went out and cut off a bunch of branches. Then I thought about the big bush along the back fence- it had small green leaves and clusters of hard red berries that looked like holly. I used all that to make a wreath and used the extra to put over doorways and in corners. Then I thought of the phone book. The pages were white but the pages were bordered on the edge by different colors. There was red, yellow, blue, and green so I cut out strips of red and strips of green and used Craig's silver metallic tape from his work van and made the strips into a chain that I hung over the entry to the kitchen. I was so proud of myself- decent ornaments for no money, and after New Years I could toss them all away.
Everything was perfect. Then, the second week in December Craig's sister said that she wanted Craig to spend Christmas at her house with the family and that she was buying a ticket. I was happy for Craig. As much as I wanted to have a fun Christmas with him, more than that I wanted him to be with his family that he hadn't seen since the previous June. I didn't want to spend Christmas alone but I decided I'd make the best of it. He went to the airport on Friday morning. I was horribly lonely before Christmas Eve day. It was sunny there but it had gotten cold. Using the heater was expensive and though I'd planned to not turn it on I ended up using it a few times during the twelve days I was by myself. I didn't know anybody in Texas except for a couple of Craig's friends and none of them would be stopping by. I had the TV on the entire time and sometimes the radio- the oldies station- was on too, especially when I was in the kitchen. I made a lot of phone calls to family and friends and on Christmas Eve I cooked myself a big dinner. It was basically the same as what I'd made for Thanksgiving but instead of the cabbage dish I used the big pot to make chicken soup. While I was cooking the doorbell rang. It was our landlady who lived below us. She had baked banana bread and had two loaves for us, each wrapped in Christmas bags. That really cheered me up. I thanked her and went back in and put one in the freezer so Craig could have it when he got back. The other I had with coffee Christmas day and the days after.
I was so lonely the rest of the week and couldn't wait for Craig to get back. Finally he came back home. I'd tried to have a good time, and, really, I had the best time that I could've had. I just wanted to have Craig there, or to be with my family, just like I was every other Christmas, even when I'd lived on my own. Anyway, I guess me and Craig are going to try again this year.
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