First Thanksgiving at home in about 10 years was pretty alright. I had pumpkin soup served out of a pumpkin.
Flying out of Oakland at obscene hours of the morning was a lot more trying than I anticipated and I even had to change to a later flight because BART is an asshole. But staying with a boy the night before made is substantially less shitty than it could have been.
Now I feel pretty sick due to lack of sleep + mystery things.
I am thankful for the past year and a half. All of it.