Every Thanksgiving I remember has always been the same. I don’t really remember the thanksgivings I had with my Dad’s side of the family because I was extremely young and I moved out of Colorado when I was seven and a half. In any case my thanksgivings are like any other families. My ma’s side of the family would either have dinner at my house, my Aunt Cindy and Uncle Paul or my Uncle Terry and Aunt Lynn. Before everyone gets there I help prep, watch the Macy’s Day Parade, and possibly chill out in my fuzzy pajamas. When the family finally starts filling in I run up stairs and put something actually presentable. I don’t often socialize with my cousins because we really have nothing in common. The only cousins I really talk to is probably Timmy, Eric and Julia. They’re the youngest except for me. Everyone else is either married or my sibling. It gets awkward, so I just find a nice seat and doodle for 3 hours, or until it’s time to eat. Everyone on my mom’s side of the family is catholic so we can’t really talk about anything real in life. It’s always, how’s school, how’s your life, are you eating right, are you going to church every Sunday? It gets old. I try to give the simplest answer possible. After everyone is done eating usually there’s dishes and doggie bags for the ride home. Pretty much after that everyone passes out from the all mighty turkey or goes home. So pretty much every Thanksgiving is awkward, same as always. So this Thanksgiving I’m thankful for not having to see my catholic half of the family as much as I’d really love to.
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