I've only spent one Thanksgiving at home in the past five years, so I really shouldn't surprised in the least that I'm not there right now. I'm in Canastota, NY with my friend's family. (NY has some funny named towns, don't they? One day I'll make a list of them, to make all you VA people laugh. Here's the list for the day: Oswego, Otsego, Owego. Weird).
The logical blog would talk about what I'm thankful for, being that it's Thanksgiving and all, but being one who likes to buck tradition and expectatation I plan to do no such thing. Last Thankgiving (the only one in VA) I was a little bitter about family for some reason and wrote a song about it, and to be totally honest it's not too flattering but now I sing it every time I think about the holiday. See? When I am there I'm unhappy about it and when I'm not I miss them like crazy. Grass is always greener, or the turkey is always jucier or whatever the saying is.
It's starting to sink in that I really won't be home for Christmas and I'm starting to panic in a way. It could be good for me, but at the same time this year has been kinda tough and any sort of familiarity would be greatly appreciated. Of course on the 23rd is Booyah Bowling 2 in Oneida (other funny town!) with Dylan and friends and that promises to spice up the holidays a little bit.
It's always funny going home with friends for holidays, because I genuinely want to help but don't know how or who to ask, so I usually end up watching football with the other exteneded relatives and eating a meal I had no hand in making.
(Chorus of the song, just cause I know you were wondering:
I'll pass the potatoes/I'll pass the stuffing/I'll pass on the option to get down over nothing/but the food will be great and the photos won't show/the places and scars even families won't go.." yeah I was happy.)
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