Things I am thankful for:
- My super-incredible best friends, who when they come home to find me on the couch with a bottle of wine at two in the afternoon, wouldn’t judge me — no, they’d just pour themselves a glass. And who express emotion in the form of haikus. They’re the greatest.
- My department, which “makes” me read and talk and write about a topic I love all the god damn time, and then “forces” me to hang out with some of the smartest and most interesting people on campus. What a drag.
- My job. Which is the best and most important thing I’ll probably ever do, and worth every hour spent on the train and every dollar spent on lunch.
- Sushi.
- My dog, who when I came home last night, freaked out and squeaked for about half an hour.
- My Joe Biden coozie. Cheers, champ!
- The ability to walk again. Yeah, sometimes it hurts like a motherfucker, but that’s to be expected.
- That after a miserable freshman year, a very fun but stressful sophomore year and a junior year adventure, Evanston finally feels like home.
- Turkey and sweet potatoes and gluten free corn pudding and pie that the Lady is making for me — plus I “get” to take my cousins to see the Muppets while my aunt cooks. As if I wouldn’t go of my own volition.
Yeah, life is pretty good.
