Thanksgiving

I was going to eat nothing all day and be more hungry for dinner, but then my last strawberry pop-tart called to me and I couldn't resist.

It's strange having Thanksgiving away from my family. Eating with a couple dozen easties may seem like a lot of people, but it's hardly any next to the massive gatherings I'm used to. My mom's family gathers every year, back in Virginia, in numbers as high as seventy. Even now they're probably eating and talking, the throngs of cousins overflowing the beach house, spilling to the yard and the apartments both north and south. I can't say I don't miss them, but there's something nice about having something new. I'm far closer to the East community than I've ever been to my extended family, and we have an actual turkey. We're actually making the food rather than getting everything catered to us.

Welcome home, Brian.
Home.

I've so much to be thankful for. It'd be far to cliché to list it, I think.

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