It’s been quite a few years since Thanksgiving was a big deal in our house. We do the turkey, sure. There is cranberry sauce and mashed potatoes and tense political conversation and my parents’ orphan friend who sports a ponytail, but we skip the whole “extended family cramming around one table and pretending to like each other” thing.* For the past four years especially, I’ve seen the holiday as simply a week off school, a chance to decompress and head to the mall to buy myself presents. As such, it hasn’t felt too strange to be across the ocean today, but being away has led me to truly see how many things I have to be thankful for. So in honor of this
(slightly problematic) holiday, I thought I’d enumerate some of the most notable.
Of course, I’d be remiss if I didn’t begin with my incredible family. This week marks the longest I’ve gone without sleeping in my childhood bedroom, petting my dog, singing with my sister, hugging my mom, or teasing my dad. And I have never been more thankful for them. They are the most supportive people I can imagine being related to, and I can say with 100% certainty that I would not have made it through the last 2.5 months without them.
I’m thankful for THON, specifically for my OGC family. I’ve said it before, but my college experience would not have been what it was without those beautiful, crazy, drunk people. It is no exaggeration to say that they changed my life. A special shout out goes to Michael Belsky for snapping me about Thankskilling today and Natalie Walden for visiting me last weekend and gifting me with a new sense of ownership for this city.
I’m thankful for the friends back home cheering me on. I miss you every day. A special thanks to Emma and Jess, who have given me the extra support I needed in the last two weeks. Thanks for letting me call you at all hours of the night as I make my way home alone in the cold.
I’m thankful for the amazing friends I’ve made here in Prague, particularly Harrison and Cody, whose paths I’m certain were meant to cross with mine.
I’m thankful for the number nine tram line that takes me many places I need to go and offers me a daily reminder
(pictured below) that I live in Prague, and that even when things are rocky, I am so absurdly #blessed to be here.
I’m thankful for music. For music that makes me cry, for music that makes me dance on the metro in spite of myself. For music that makes me nostalgic and music that makes me feel brand new. For Taylor Swift’s 1989 and Adele’s 25. For Rufus Wainwright, Karen O, Ingrid Michaelson, Twenty One Pilots, Vampire Weekend, The Beach Boys, the Pride and Prejudice score, and many more than I could
(or should) jam into a blog post. Above all, I am thankful for the opportunities that music has offered me over the years and the absurdly talented and incredible people that came with them. Also for Mambo No. 5
Last, but far from least, I am thankful for Kimberly Nicole Anguish/Nicole Kimberley/My Rock/My Light/My Everything. For letting me moan about my boy problems when you were dealing with your own emotional turmoil. I will never stop being grateful to you for coming on this adventure with me. While I’m sad that things aren’t going to work out the way we imagined, I am so happy to have the memory of these wild and crazy months. Thank you for giving me a second chance even when you thought I was too weird to be your friend. I love you forever.
*disclaimer: my extended family actually like each other.