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Considering the current state of my life, 1.5 weeks ago, I was seriously considering flying to my parents for Thanksgiving. There was a sense of obligation, possibly misplaced, a sense of a fear that I was needed. I tried to fix this by inviting my younger brother to fly up on my dime from his university, but he's scheduled to work Black Friday, much to both of our chagrin.
And I just couldn't completely justify spending almost $400 for less than 60 hours at home. Not with my student loans looming due. So I was torn between fiscal responsibility (which my parents value) and a sense of filial obligation (that'll also get satisfied in 4 weeks anyway).
During this, I was talking with some friends, and found out that there were three of us who were Thanksgiving orphans. And in the absence of a plan, we made a plan. Even if it were just the three of us, from three different nearly empty houses, we'd do something. We'd give each other a place to go.
We ended up with 7 people. And so, 7 people crowded around a table in my kitchen, with food made by 6 people who enjoy cooking. With good food, wine, laughter, and crazy stories.
And you know what? This is what I'm thankful for. That even when I'm at my worst, when things are screwed, when the chips are down, I've got people who I know have got my back. That I have friends who'll hold out a hand when I'm drowning. That I have the best goddamn group of friends in the world, and I wouldn't trade you all for anything.
And I just couldn't completely justify spending almost $400 for less than 60 hours at home. Not with my student loans looming due. So I was torn between fiscal responsibility (which my parents value) and a sense of filial obligation (that'll also get satisfied in 4 weeks anyway).
During this, I was talking with some friends, and found out that there were three of us who were Thanksgiving orphans. And in the absence of a plan, we made a plan. Even if it were just the three of us, from three different nearly empty houses, we'd do something. We'd give each other a place to go.
We ended up with 7 people. And so, 7 people crowded around a table in my kitchen, with food made by 6 people who enjoy cooking. With good food, wine, laughter, and crazy stories.
And you know what? This is what I'm thankful for. That even when I'm at my worst, when things are screwed, when the chips are down, I've got people who I know have got my back. That I have friends who'll hold out a hand when I'm drowning. That I have the best goddamn group of friends in the world, and I wouldn't trade you all for anything.
