Thanksgiving Musings

So, my official little thanksgiving escape from school began today, and, although coming much too late, it’s enough to allow me to sit around and do nothing for a few days. Which has always been the one thing I excel at, of course.

Anyway, the holiday season also helpfully reminds me that my extended family has disintegrated to the point that there are no longer any family gatherings at all, be it Thanksgiving or otherwise. That is unless you consider dinner with my parents, which will occur as it does any other night (with Father in the living room watching television while Mother and I sit at the kitchen table.) Not that I’m complaining.

However, the break does mean I’ll be at the farm for the next 5 days, which still feels like home, but I’m slowly realizing that 5 day stretches here are the longest I’m probably going to be spending from now on. I’ll never live here again. And I’m also increasingly realizing that not only can I not live here at the farm, but I don’t want to live here in the same city or vicinity.

Now, granted, I’ll always have an affinity for the area, but rural Georgia simply does not suit my personality, and I have a feeling it’s just going to suit it less as I get older. The only thing that would ever hold me here is an obligation to my parents, because they have no social life (or, really, no life) and generally use me for all their vicarious living. Which isn’t healthy for any of the parties, but I’d feel guilty of abandonment nonetheless. Can’t help it.

But, anyway, remember when you’re being nagged by Aunt Edna on Thursday that I’ll be enjoying a relaxing day of television, completely Aunt and Uncle free.

So, at least I have something to be thankful for . . .