November 24, 2004

El Diá de Acción de Gracias

Most days, I forget that this is my first year to be out of school. I just go about my life, working and running errands and doing normal things, having completely forgotten what life was like a year ago. Today, however, I've been keenly aware that my life has changed drastically since that beautiful May morning when I was handed my diploma.

It's the Day Before Thanksgiving...a day that I used to look forward to a great deal. If I made it to this Wednesday, it meant I had survived the week before...which is habitually full of papers and tests, as professors try to cram in all the things on the syllabus that fell along the wayside during the semester. Realizing that there are still college students all over America who still feel that way warms my heart a little...probably because I know I won't ever have to go through that again. Making it til the Day Before Thanksgiving was always a benchmark for me. Even the five hour drive it took to get home was a good one, because I knew at the end of it, I'd be in my driveway with my dogs coming out to greet me and the lights from the kitchen shining onto the back porch.

Thinking back to a year ago, I was actually feeling very similiar to what I am right now: Confused, Lost, Uncertain, Stressed. Back then, I just kept thinking, "I'll figure this all out soon, and then I'll be able to look back at laugh at myself at how stupid and melodramatic I was being, and I'll be secure in where I'm headed."

Surprise, surprise.



Anyway, so this is my first Day Before Thanksgiving being out of school. It's also my first Day Before Thanksgiving (which I guess is technically Thanksgiving Eve...which is easier to type than the Day before Thanksgiving) away from home. Now, I've spent the last 4 birthdays away from home so it wasn't terribly traumatic to spend this recent one here...but I don't know how I'm going to feel about tomorrow.

I've been pretty homesick the past week, but I've gotten my feet back under me in recent days. I'm kind of afraid I'm going to have a relapse, but I'm trying to prepare myself for it in hopes that I can ward it off.

We are apparently having a real shin-dig here tomorrow with a bunch of other American families. I've agreed to make an apple pie...which is a daunting task sans Lorelle and with the altitude increase. I made a "test pie" last Friday to see if I was even capable of pulling this off by myself. It turned out decently....not on the same level as Lorelle's, but that can't be expected on my first time out the gate. I'm going to tweak it a little to work with the altitude and baking time, so hopefully it'll turn out better for tomorrow. If I can't be at home, then I have to provide my own comfort food in order to make it through the day.

I wonder if they show the Macy's Thanksgiving Parade on satellite? Probably...but at like 3 AM.

I'll let you know.

Me

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