For the first time in my life I didn't spend Thanksgiving with my immediate family. Not like Thanksgiving was a huge deal in recent years. I don't remember the last time we went all out and got dressed up and used the good plates and had way too much food. I've never really been to a Thanksgiving with extended family - and if I have, I don't remember.
So this year, I was disowned by my mother. I worried for months about Thanksgiving and Christmas. Honestly, I'm still worried about Christmas because I don't have definite plans. But that is a different story. Today, it's all about Thanksgiving.
I spent Thanksgiving with my best friend Sarah Lynn. Sarah Lynn and I have been best friends since Kindergarten. She's possibly the best person on the planet. I arrived Wednesday evening at her apartment. We stayed up late looking through high school scrapbooks and catching up. Her boyfriend, Chris, awed me with his cooking abilities. Things I would never dare attempt - like a cake from SCRATCH. It's all boxes here, baby.
Thursday morning I woke up un-Godly early as usual and had time to contemplate the looming events. I sat at the kitchen table sipping hot chocolate wanting to document that exact moment. I was so excited to go to a REAL Thanksgiving. One with lots of people and food and laughing and things that seem much more normal than the way my family works.
We attended two Thanksgiving dinners - and I can't put into words how they made me feel. So warm and loved, even though it wasn't my family. It made me elated to partake in the festivities, and a little bit sad because my family is nothing like that.
This year I have so much to be thankful for - my health, friends, family members who haven't disowned me, a good therapist, a new and wonderful primary doctor. Not to mention antidepressants.
But mostly, I am thankful for my fabulous best friend, her boyfriend, and the hospitality of people who aren't related to me.
Happy Thanksgiving, ya'll!!!
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