Thanksgiving

Well, I’ve been silent for a while. Not because I haven’t had anything to say but because I just haven’t really felt like putting pen to paper, metaphorically. I’ve been continuing on with life and trying to reassess things. I doubt that people noticed my hiatus; I barely noticed it myself. It’s funny, in Paris I couldn’t keep from posting. I was so excited to be in Europe. I keep forgetting how lucky I am to live in Manhattan. I get to call this amazing city home and that’s a beautiful thing.

On Friday I’m going to go for a walk around the city. There’s so much to see and do and I need to remember that. I keep getting glum over silly things beyond my control. Time to put an end to that. I’m in Manhattan. Things happen. Life goes on.

I went home for Thanksgiving. I spent a precious eleven days with my parents and I realized how much I’ve changed. Before I’d spend the days upstairs in my room, even on holidays back from college. Now, I try to spend as much time as possible with my family. I took pictures of my brother and his fiancée. I took pictures of my dad cleaning the pool. I took pictures of my mom cooking. I love these memories.

I took this picture too.