Today is the day we Americans gather with our loved ones for a few hours, eat like gluttons, drink copious amounts of alcohol, and generally try not to kill each other at the dinner table. Well, at least that’s how my family rolls.
This year has been the weirdest and craziest year of my life. If someone had told me in January that I would be sitting in an apartment alone, typing this post, I would have thought they were crazy. Yet, here I am; it happened and it’s my life. I have learned more about myself in these eleven months than in all of my thirty-three years. It really is amazing the things you learn about yourself when you go through a major life event.
As hard as it was, there is absolutely ZERO fucking way I could have done anything this year without my friends and family’s support. I did not truly understand and appreciate just what that support meant and felt like until this year. I know that might sound ungrateful; I’m not. I’ve always known I have the best people in my life. I just had no idea how much more awesome they would become to me. The people I have surrounding me are the most selfless, humble, caring, hilarious, honest, and loving people in the world. It was these friends and family that: let me crash at their houses from night to-night; let me live in their house over this summer; listened to me cry and rant on a daily basis; the people who just listened; people who read my stupid blogs and send me private messages of support; those who checked up on me, even when I didn’t want to see or talk to anyone.
I’ve made some new friends this year and reconnected with old ones. Every one of your are awesome. It’s been an amazing journey*, and there’s still more ahead.
So! To sum this all up: I have the best fucking people in my life, and I love every single one of you so very much. Thank you all for humoring me and reading my posts; it really means a lot. Today I will be thinking of all of you as I’m eating to excess and trying not to unbutton my pants at the dinner table (but I probably will anyway).
Editor’s note: feel free to make fun of me using the term “journey”.