Love to you all around the world! Welcome to another Thanksgiving post.
Ever since one of my four sisters ripped our family apart after I came back from Australia, my U.S. holidays have morphed somewhat.
I’m blessed to be with family, period.
So I’m in Plymouth. After being in midtown for five years, being in suburbs for an elongated period always leaves a print.
I never wanted to be “that girl” who hates the holidays. What’s even more strange, is the denial my sister who stole my family from me lives in. But at the end of the day, live and learn.
I have thoroughly been enjoying my time at my third sister’s house. Dead set.
I feel like part of the reward of cutting everyone out of my life is the value of who is left. Andrea is invaluable.
Being in Massachusetts is cool. It’s been alright.
When I was married I used to pay attention to holidays. These days I just try to get through them. I’ve got about another six weeks until I don’t have to deal with any of it.