I'm back! Things I've done in the month that I've been gone:
1) Likely lost all 4 of my readers
2) Made a Thanksgiving dinner
3) Wrote a story for my class
Thanksgiving was awesome. Partly because I managed to burn myself and not the food and partly because it involved my boyfriend and not my family.
When Boyfriend and I first came up with our plan to spend Thanksgiving together I prepared myself to put up a fight. My family has never been very overbearing, but it's small and my grandma's old so I figured my decision to stay in New York for one of the two major holidays I spend any significant time with them would elicit some kind of protest. I was wrong. My dad didn't blink and my grandmother said she was sad she wouldn't get to see me, but that I was growing up and she'd known I wouldn't be coming home forever. I couldn't decide if I should feel liberated or abandoned. Sitting on Boyfriend's futon on Thursday I just felt happy. I love my family, but holidays can be a mess.
My grandmother is 87. It is understandable that she would no longer be up to cooking a giant meal for 6 people three times a year. When I was in high school, however, she announced that she also couldn't handle anyone else cooking either. Since then Thanksgiving has meant going to restaurants with names like The Lamb Tavern and The Rose Tree Inn where all of the other diners are over 50, and all of the food has a weird glossy finish that reflects a disturbing amount of light.
This year was different. This year Thanksgiving meant drinking lots of alcohol in the middle of the day, watching the Food Network, and eating dinner at 11:30 because I'm bad at planning things and for some reason didn't start cooking until 8:00. It was amazing. Now I just have to get through Christmas . . .
