One of my friends texted me the other day and asked if I was coming home for Thanksgiving and I simply said, “no.” She then asked if my parents were visiting and I said “no,” again. She went ahead and said how terrible that sounded and to be honest, if I only lived away from home for 3 months and this happened, I’d probably be a wreck, but since it’s been 8 months, I don’t really mind. Now, don’t get me wrong, sure I’d like to see my family on Thanksgiving, but I’m not crying over it. Let me pause because that sounded as if I was insensitive. I do love my family and do like seeing them; it’s just not as big a deal as before.
That’s how long it’s been since I’ve lived 800 + miles away and I’m okay. I wasn’t okay in the beginning, but now, things are way better. And, if you’re as close with my family as I am, you may or may not feel the same way. Sure, I usually call them at least every 2 weeks and text them a few times per week, but I needed some space to grow as an adult and learn. If I would have stayed where I was at, I wouldn’t be who I am today.
So, this Turkey Day, I’m spending it with my boyfriend in another state. We’re making dinner and watching some good ol’ football. It will be a new tradition for us and I don’t mind at all! I’ll love baking and cooking dinner with him without anyone yelling, talking loudly or shaking their finger at me because I’m not talking to granny enough.
I’m sorry, but it’s time to be out on my own and create some memories of my own. We’re going home for Christmas, which is a bigger deal to me. But, we’re not going to drive 15 hours for Thanksgiving, stay 4 days and then head home exhausted.
It doesn’t bother me because I’m more confident in my surroundings and with myself, so I know I am a stronger person.