Sitting in the Boston Logan International Airport surrounded by fellow travelers, fellow unknown friends that are craving home, fellow Bostonians who are saying goodbye to our city and hello to somewhere that once quite possibly was home. It wasn't till I was leaving that I realized how adapted, how comfortable, how much this city has grown on me and I've grown into it. It's like a new mattress, a new pillow- something that will soon provide the necessary comfort one needs to survive but takes nights of restless sleep, nights of questioning if you'll ever make it, nights of tossing, turning and wanting your old mattress/pillow that formed to every curve and line of your body.
Thanksgiving always seems like the perfect time to reflect. The end of November and somehow this year has just sped through. This year I seem to be the most grateful and thankful because as I scan this year- this year of change, of questioning, of wandering- I am beyond thankful for everyone and everything. It feels like such a growing year. I've become someone I actually like- someone I'm proud to be.
Leaving Boston and returning to California- leaving a loved one and returning to loved ones. I suppose that's all you can ask for- that no matter where you go, you're loved. You're missed, someone is awaiting your arrival- there's someone thinking of you.
So I'm thankful for it all- thankful that I can go back to California, that although it's all changed nothing with our family rituals will have altered. Thankful that Lexi will be returning from her 5 month travels abroad, thankful to hear about everyone's new lives, thankful to make fun of Silas' college raging behavior, thankful for some In&Out, some Home Alone viewing and at the end of it all, I get to return to Kevin- someone I'm endlessly thankful for everyday, every moment, every way.
