economics
thanksgiving. mr p didn’t exactly grow up looking forward to this holiday each year, or even celebrating it in any way until around age 30. and then maybe only by default. so spending this american holiday with mr p was great, but not exactly turkey and stuffing and all things traditional. it’s not really that big of a holiday for me either, and when we realized that neither of us could cook or make anything more than a salad, we made reservations at the restaurant across the street and celebrated our own way. it was wonderful. and unless my husband’s some amazing cook, we’re eating out for every thanksgiving. or maybe ordering a pizza.
the whole break was wonderful, and i had no right to complain or to wish i was in ny. i didn’t complain, but i did wish i was in ny. and i will be, in 3 looong weeks. actually i’m sure they’ll fly by, but not b/c everybody’s having soo much fun.
finals time. chaos. bring it.
