Learning How to Breathe Again.

Thanksgiving has come and gone. This is the first one I have spent alone in 7 years ... now before you feel sorry for me, let me preface this by stating I did have my family with me this year. It's the loss of a familiar face I am referring to. It's difficult to explain how hard it is to learn how to be on your own again. It's like a small piece of you has been removed and replaced with another new and unfamiliar part. For me, it seemed like the best thing for my sanity was to start new traditions for the holiday's so that I wouldn't be burdened with the loss of my former life and the memories held within. So I spent my day doing things that I should have been partaking in my whole life. I laughed all evening with my father and cooked with my mother. I baked the WORST pumpkin pie ever, which is so unlike me. I may not be Rachel Ray, but I can bake a mean pumpkin pie. Not this year. And for the first time in a while I started to remember who I was prior to the upheaval of my life. So for this Thanksgiving, even though it may be a few days late, I would like to give thanks to my crazy family and the return of "Scrubs". Long live Zach Braff.


xoxo