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A New York Thanksgiving
It kills me that I won’t be going home to celebrate Thanksgiving with my family. Everytime I think about it, I want to cry. Not because I’m unhappy here in NY, but because Thanksgiving is always such a special time in my family, a time where I can appreciate the comfort of good food and good company. Work has been stressful, NY has been cold, it just would’ve been nice to be able to get away for a weekend to spend it with the people I love. Damn you, expensive flights.
I’m jealous of all the people talking about their Thanksgiving plans, to fly home to see their families, eat big turkeys, anyone who’s generally excited about Thanksgiving. This is the first Thanksgiving that I’m not excited for.
