Thanksgiving entry
This Thanksgiving is undeniably strange...my house will be empty in three days, my stepmother's father just died, and here I am in Canada, where it's just another Thursday. I can't seem to connect with people here in all the ways I'd like to, and my connections to people at home are stretching fast; I have friends whom I'd like to help, and I can't seem to find the words to do it right. I feel like I've gotten shallow somehow...I don't feel as deeply involved with any of the things that are important to me. Maybe I've been unconsciously making room for some new passions or connections that I expected to make here, and nothing has stepped up to fill the gap.
So I guess Thanksgiving this year is an opportunity to reevaluate the way I'm living here, and bring the things I love into fuller consciousness. I love my family, and that in itself is unusual. I love the Cult, however sporadic our contact may have been lately. I love my friends here, and I hope we'll get closer as the year goes on. I love dancing. I love this city, and that's something I don't think about enough, just the fact that I'm *here* and it's exciting. I'm on my way to a degree in something that interests me and engages me. Maybe my connections are weakening, but I know it's in my power to strengthen them. Maybe I feel a little lost right now, but I know I'm on the right track. I just need to stop looking at the ground.
Reflections aside, I have a paper due in 6 hours and I barely know what I'm writing about...so Thanksgiving must give way, for the moment. But I'll return to it later; I might even recognize the occasion with a pie.
So I guess Thanksgiving this year is an opportunity to reevaluate the way I'm living here, and bring the things I love into fuller consciousness. I love my family, and that in itself is unusual. I love the Cult, however sporadic our contact may have been lately. I love my friends here, and I hope we'll get closer as the year goes on. I love dancing. I love this city, and that's something I don't think about enough, just the fact that I'm *here* and it's exciting. I'm on my way to a degree in something that interests me and engages me. Maybe my connections are weakening, but I know it's in my power to strengthen them. Maybe I feel a little lost right now, but I know I'm on the right track. I just need to stop looking at the ground.
Reflections aside, I have a paper due in 6 hours and I barely know what I'm writing about...so Thanksgiving must give way, for the moment. But I'll return to it later; I might even recognize the occasion with a pie.