I was home in Virginia for 3 days. One day at my parents' house, one day with my former roommate, and Thanksgiving proper with my adopted family. Bit of a whirlwind, but very efficient. And pleasant.
It was strange to be "home" or at least in places that were truly familiar. I mean, under normal circumstances, loafing around the house would be the last thing I would want to do, but somehow, it was rather nice. And the drive down 29 was great because I KNEW it. I knew distances, and speed-traps and landmarks. It was nice to give my brain that rest from the constant struggle to orient itself.
The Domestic God was in the midst of a cooking frenzy, which I was happy to be caught up in. He made some of my favorite food (chicken pot pie, apple crumble, etc) as we stood around and caught up and generally talked shit. Ah. So satisfying in ways the phone just ain't.
The next day, I drove over to my "other family". Namely the Cheese Fiend's family who has been so kind as to absorb me as the other daughter. The food was magnificent and abundant, the company was political and fun, and I got to pet animals in front of a fire. After gluttonous helpings of pumpkin ice cream pie, Useless Spawn insisted on busting out the Czech souvenir. Looks like Scope, tastes like fire. Quite nearly died, until I staggered into the kitchen to guzzle TNL and pick at the turkey carcass. Because pluckings always taste better.
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