My parents are asleep in the next room, while I "sneak" a glass of wine. They arrived yesterday and leave tomorrow for Raleigh, where I'll meet up with them and my brother next week for Thanksgiving.
It feels a bit strange to spend the holiday in Raleigh now that none of us live there. The only reason we're going there is because my brother is attending a wedding in the area, and my parents are visiting because it's my dad's 60th birthday. Otherwise, I don't know if I'll be in North Carolina for future Thanksgivings -- or Christmases, for that matter.
(I may not be there this Christmas, so L., if you're reading this, I'm sorry if I don't get to meet H.)
So if Raleigh isn't home anymore, I guess that means ... I'm a full-fledged New Yorker now?
I'm a ... Yankee?
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Darn! I hope you'll be in Raleigh, but I bet Christmas in New York is magical. And no, not a Yankee ... you'll always be from and of the South, don't worry.
ReplyDeletePS: Watched your podcast. Cool. Couldn't help but think, 'Hmn, K has a podcast. I have laundry.'
My plans aren't set yet. But my lingering indecision will probably make the choice for me, as the flights get pricier. I'm taking that following week off, so if you're back in Va., maybe I'll roadtrip down and visit you, then Z. down in Charlottesville. If I can muster up the organizational skills.
ReplyDeleteKeep those cute pics coming btw