Happy Thanksgiving America.
I'm currently watching How I Met Your Mother - and not even the thanksgiving episode, c'mon Australia help a girl out!
I'm home alone because Inspector Climate had a work function tonight (Again, Australia? Must you?).
I had offers to go spend T-Day with some fellow Americans, but in the end, I prefer to be alone. I'm baking an experimental pumpkin pie (all limbs are crossed for its success, but when pumpkins are combined with sugar, can things go that wrong?).
A pie that had a fully read the instructions I would've realised that I couldn't eat tonight anyway.
In the past, I've made a point of making mashed potatoes and peas in my own celebration, but this year, this year I guess I feel more disconnected then most.
Christmas decorations have started appearing in the city. I'll point out that it's summer here and it couldn't feel more like Christmas.
And so, today I'm thankful that I feel homesick, that I have a place that I hold so dear that the thought of selling it or any change happening there makes me cry. That I have family that I miss so terribly that I hurt. Thankful that I live in a place I love, even if it is far away. And thankful that I have the space and time to make a pumpkin pie on a Thursday night. Thankful that I have this space where I can come and ramble on about how I feel.
And thankful for you.