Thanksgiving.

[momebie]

So I went home, because that's what you do for Thanksgiving. I went home and now I can't wait until next year when sky_was_green gets to fight barbed_whispers and metonymy's families for me. Why is it that relative strangers always accept you for who you are more readily than the people who are supposed to accept you most? I'm getting to where I'm afraid of seeing who I was in people's eyes, especially if they want me to be that instead of who I'm becoming.

I didn't actually eat that much. I argued with my father in spite of trying desperately not to. I didn't end up seeing the ex or anyone he's related to so I didn't have to realize that stress. I took the boys to see Catching Fire and they really liked it. I got to hang out with marilla82, since she graciously let me stay at her house. This is us and corbylea at the tree lighting at the Ritz Carlton Wednesday night.



I don't have any idea what my face is doing there. Sometimes smiling seems so foreign. But that's about the long and short of the holiday. Now I'm back in my own bed, catching up with the end of Boardwalk Empire and giving up on Nano, since I'm not going to write 12,000 words between tonight and tomorrow. I feel better here than I felt there. I know I'll feel better elsewhere than I do here. I can't wait until I can finally move and truly work on going forward.


I think the thing I'm most thankful for in the world are all of the people around me who I love and who love me for exactly who I am and who I want to be, and who are willing to catch me if I need it. Sometimes I really need it. Thank you. All of you. For everything.

Comments

[metonymy.livejournal.com]

You are adorable and lovely and wonderful and I am so, so glad you're a part of my life. <3

And my family is also ready for you and me and Lisa to rent a car and come out here for next Thanksgiving, soooo that's always an option. <3 <3 <3 <3 <3