And Marshmallow Salad...

I think I've become an insomniac...


...again.

It had subsided for awhile, but this post is proof that I am definitely a "night owl". I find myself sitting at a kitchen table with a cup of tea, quietly tapping away on my computer.

Old habits die hard I guess!

During my night time contemplation, I have realized that this is the third year in a row I will not be going home for Thanksgiving. At first it didn't really bother me...I really could have made this year work if I had tired hard enough, but as I sit here thinking about it in light of recent events, it makes me really sad to not be going home.

I would love to wake up in my parents house and stumble down the stairs to the living room in footie pajamas and sit on the couch with a cup of coffee, homemade cinnamon roll and watch the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade.

After a few hours of laziness, I would find a cute sweater to wear and pile into the car with my parents and brother to journey to our grandparents house where I would 1)make awkward conversation with a cousin I never see or 2) make awkward conversation with my odd Aunt and Uncle who think they have tons of funny cheese jokes. Either way, it would be strangely fun and familiar.

Then after the table was set and drink orders taken, I would stuff myself silly eating generous serving of my grandmother's Turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes and marshmallow salad followed by a sampling of every dessert available (but not pumpkin pie, I don't really like it!)

After finding myself 20lbs heavier and in such a state of food coma I wouldn't be able to function, we would proceed to the next step in Thanksgiving tradition and curl up on the couch with my mom and start watching our Holiday movies starting with "It's a Wonderful Life" while my dad and brother find ways to escape our slightly psychotic movie marathon.

It's weird to find that life has changed into something you never expected.

I just really want marshmallow salad and a movie marathon with my mom!