First New York Thanksigving

I survived my first New York Thanksgiving. It felt weird, and I must admit I was homesick. As I talked with my family they all asked me if I was at the parade. Which, of course, I was not. The people, the craziness, normally not my thing. But, once I got off the phone I missed them so much and thought, what the heck, I should go! So, being all independent and adventurous I hopped on the train into Manhattan. As I stepped out into the crowds and crowds and crowds of people I realized the parade was...OVER! Not a balloon or blimp in sight! It was by far the most depressing New York moment I've had. And then to top it off, I had to walk about 10 blocks before I could find an entrance back on the train for Brooklyn. This is what they call a New York FAIL. Not a great start to my NYC Thanksgiving. I felt so lonesome and defeated and missed my family terribly. But, sometimes a good cry on a boy's shoulder does a girl good.

So after I sobbed as Brennan tried to not laugh at me, we headed over to my dear friends Al and Reid's house for a delicious meal and a great time. I was reminded that I do have friends in New York. I am not alone. I am loved. And I survived my first holiday in New York City. Not bad. Maybe next year I'll actually see the parade, but until then I have a lot to be thankful for.

1. God. Blessings upon blessings upon blessings.
2. My family. They are amazing and love me so well.
2. My boy. He is amazing and loves me so well.
3. The fact that I have two number two's of thankfulness.
4. My friends, close and far.
5. Feeling loved every day.


Happy Thanksgiving!