I think this is my first Thanksgiving away from home, definitely the first without my grandmother’s squash, and I’m lying on my bed, next to TF on his computer while he reads his latest sports book and we watch CSI in the background. We made dinner together; he made hamburgers while I washed the five days worth of dishes in the sink. It was nice, different. It’s a different I’m getting used to.
It’s a new different. One I’m trying to accept and realize that this is my life nowadays. Everything’s different, changing and will never be the same. And I guess that’s the way life goes.
I’m still reading the alchemist and trying to figure out if I’m still on my path to righteousness and self-fulfillment or if I’ve just stopped along the way and settled into my plateau nicely. Or just settled. And wondering if I’ll ever be changing out of that.
