I was raised with Thanksgivings full of people, food, and chatter that never died down. Even if I wasn't part of any conversation, there was comfort in simply being around dozens of people that knew everything about me...
This Thanksgiving I think about returning to all of that and I can't help but realize that my priorities are shifting. This city and the dream of living here are not what they used to be and I am ready to return to the chatter...the relationships...and a little girl who is old enough to realize that I am never around.