Thanksgiving 24

On Friday, November 22, 1985 I was born. It was just six days until the Thanksgiving holiday. I stayed in the hospital five days. Much has happened since then. 24 years ago today I was brought home from the hospital!

Today I woke up and pulled myself down the stairs. I opened the fridge until I reached my chai. I knew that I would need this today. I heated my chai up in the microwave (even though I am not a big fan of microwaves) and began to guzzle it down. This would be my jump start for the day. hmmm. I thought about what I would wear and how comfortable it should be. Or if it should be pretty instead. But mostly I just thought about how tired I was. It’s been a couple of hours, I’m still not dressed and it doesn’t feel like a holiday. My sister will be here in about an hour. I suppose that is good. But I find myself nervous about going home. I find myself nervous about the questions they will ask me. I’m not sure how to answer. When did I become a foreigner? I find myself nervous to be the only woman without children or at least a significant other. It would be so much easier if I didn’t have to do this alone. But I’ve gotta suck it up! I’m 24 for crying out loud! I am a strong, independent, and fierce woman! This will be a good day!