En route to brunch the other day, I happened upon this public wish list for Santa on someone’s garage door.
I’d seen wish lists of this sort before, but typically they are present in very family-centric places like shopping malls, and they’re covered in scribblings from various children.
This list, however, was right in the middle of San Francisco’s most fabulous neighborhood, the Castro. This allowed for a considerably more varied list, including some decidedly more adult wishes.
Wishes on this list ranged from the banal to the truly inspiring.
I sat with pen in hand for quite some time when I realized there wasn’t anything in particular that I was truly in need of.
This is what I wrote:
When we got to brunch at Samovar, my feelings of satisfaction were cemented with the sheer glory of a Moroccan tea service with friends.
We exchanged gifts, and enjoyed much tea and merriment.
Somewhere in the middle of everything, for the first time in my life, I actually cried because I was so happy.
I made Tim photograph the moment for posterity.
I am so grateful for my dear friends, for the wonderful city I reside in, for all the love I have the privilege of giving and receiving each day.
Thanks everybody, for making my life awesome.