So truth be told. I was dreading today. Rather, I was scared of today. As much of a loner I can be, sometimes it’s still hard to be alone, especially on days where there’s an expectation of getting together, love, family, friends. It’s also the first Thanksgiving where I didn’t actually have plans, other than hey, I’m going to be alone in my apartment the whole day. (Which probably should have been my answer to my boss’s question yesterday of “Have any big plans for Thanksgiving?” and my response that channeled Emily Blunt of just “No.”)
But after sleeping in, far longer than a 31 year old should, I overstuffed myself on Chinese food (sesame chicken, I curse your effects on my jean size.... though not really, because you’re delicious). And have since been binging Gilmore Girls (since words cannot even describe how insanely excited I am about the Netflix revival that airs tomorrow, er, 3AM) and playing Lotro. And also drinking copious amounts of coffee with ever increasing amounts of Bailey’s and snark. Mmmm, Bailey’s… wait, what?
I think sometimes I build it up in my head, an expectation that almost turns into a fear of facing a reality. But the truth is, the reality of it isn’t so bad. Being alone on a holiday.... yeah, not so scary after all. Cheers, all!
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