This year I am giving thanks for lots of things. I am thankful for being in Colorado with my best friend who I’ve known for 30 years. I am immensely thankful that it is not this time last year, because last year around now was extraordinarily sucky.
Naturally, I am most thankful for Peanut and Fronkles.
Other than dipping to Arizona a few years back, I haven’t spent much time out west. At the moment, I’m snugly tucked in a log cabin at about 8,500 feet. The experience is both beautiful and educational. I learned what “altitude sickness” means.
While it is wonderful cruising around through park after park, I can’t help but be reminded of why I love New York City so. Driving twenty minutes to a grocery store is ordinarily a foreign concept to me. Having to drive anywhere is, in fact. I don’t even have a car.
Well, according to Zipcar I do.
Never the less. Spending Thanksgiving with people I love in a unique environment has hit me with a healthy dose of appreciation for the life I put together after my first husband tore everything apart.
Even though I’ve been back over two years now, I understand feeling “settled” isn’t something I’m ever destined for. But at least I know I can take care of myself. And for that, blog family, I am truly, truly thankful.
And I am also thankful for you.