Happy Thanksgiving! I hope you are enjoying the year’s best holiday (an entire day devoted to EATING DELICIOUS FOOD!) with your friends and loved ones. Almost. I actually wish you were here with me, witnessing the circus tent that MomOh’s family calls a holiday gathering. Everyone is on their best behavior because DadOh’s parents are here, but there is plenty of room for under-table-shin-kicking. At this very moment, Aunt F is pissed off at Uncle J because he made an insinuating comment about her movie tastes, Aunt C and MomOh are discussing my relationship with R without realizing I’m within earshot, and Uncle D and Uncle J are planning to deep-fry the turkey next year. In classic JackieOh form, I filled my plate with stuffing and cranberry sauce and broccoli rice casserole, inhaled, and escaped to the guest bedroom upstairs where the quiet is only occasionally punctuated by laughter traveling up through the heating vent.
It would be easy to overlook the true meaning of Thanksgiving when it is overshadowed by MomOh’s outstanding cooking and football and Turkey Trot 5K races, but I think I’ve had enough wine at this point to start dishing out the weepy I’m Thankful For’s. I’d advise you refill your own glasses and brace yourselves.
I’m thankful for the wonderful FamilyOh: for MomOh who always knows what I’m thinking and DadOh who supports me in everything I do, for BrotherOh who cracks me up when we’re driving around and SisterOh who reminds me of myself so much it hurts sometimes. I’m thankful for my beautiful friends: for E in Philly and L in Texas and M in Nashville and J in New York, for my running loves and my cycling loves, for the friends who knew me before I moved to New York and became well-adjusted, for the friends who made New York a home, and for the friends I will always go home to.
I’m thankful for C and D and the Easies+JDate for making my nine-to-five something to enjoy instead of something to dread, and I’m vaguely thankful for ARM for reinforcing the notion that I can do anything I attempt. I’m thankful for my lovely little apartment, mice and all, and for my even lovelier little commute to the office. I’m thankful for early mornings in Central Park and late nights on the Upper West Side and shared pints of coffee-brownie ice cream and warm arms that wrap around me until I fall asleep.
And I am thankful for you, dear readers, who make this silly little blog worthwhile.
Well look at that, I’m out of wine.
Love,
JackieOh
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