Tomorrow is going to be my very first Thanksgiving away from home. Now, I haven’t spent Thanksgiving with my family in a good three or four years because I always ended up being scheduled to work, but I normally have leftovers when I get home. I’m going to miss my mom’s stuffing and “purple stuff.” That is nothing shy of devastating.
Since it is only me and Jeff, his friends have invited us to celebrate with them because they are, in essence, our extended family. And just like family, they are all we’ve got out here. So, love them or hate them, you deal with it.
We have to be at Beau and Nicole’s house at 10 AM on Thursday to watch the football game. Neither Nicole nor I have any interest in football, so it should be a fun-filled morning for me. Guess I will play with the babies, while I’m thinking of my sweet little nephews. I really, really miss them.
After the game is done, we are going to run home to pop our dish in the oven while we get ready. Then, we are off to Diane and Antar’s house for Thanksgiving dinner. This is going to be especially difficult for me because I am going to be around 8 to 10 strangers. I won’t have a Jeremy to sit in the corner with, bored out of my mind. No one to be anti-social with and make cracks about stuff. Nope. Just little old me.
This will be my first Thanksgiving in 22 years in which I won’t be sitting at the kids’ table. I don’t like that thought. Sure, I envied my siblings for getting to sit with the grown-ups and every year Allie and I would try to call dibs on a spot with the adults, but that was a losing battle. We always got sent right back to that crappy old card table covered with graffiti from us kids.
I feel like I’ve been voted off the table and that I am now expected to grow up. I am not ready for that. Sure, I just took a huge leap and moved away from home, but that doesn’t mean that I wanted to let go of my childhood. No way! I want to hold onto it until I have no choice but to let go of it and put it in the past.
You can take away my card table and put 2,000 miles between me and my family, but in my mind, I’ll be celebrating the holiday at 508 W. Bridge Street – just like the good ol’ days.
3 comments:
Have a Happy Thanksgiving, Ash! The first one away is always the hardest. Have lots of gravy, it will make it better.
I do have to agree the days at Good Ol' Green are some of the best memories...just goes to show it's now what you have, it's what you make of it! :) We miss you too, Ash!
Love ya, Alicia
If it makes you feel any better, Jeremy will probably be sitting all alone in the corner this year.
xoxoxo
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