I love fall, even more now that I live in a place where it doesn’t lead to an actual winter. I love the cooler temperatures, wearing cute jeans and boots, the sudden influx of everything pumpkin-flavored, and especially Thanksgiving. It is my favorite holiday, and why wouldn’t it be? The entire point of Thanksgiving is to make lots of delicious food, feel no guilt about eating it, and spend time with the people you love. It’s also the last relaxing day before the hectic Christmas season. Even though my life isn’t progressing the way I wish it would, the holidays always bring me some semblance of hope.
I have been living in North Carolina for about a year and a half. Last year, I spent Thanksgiving here with friends and had lots of fun cooking and baking pies. This year, I have decided to travel back home to Ohio and spend it with my family and closest friends in the Snow Belt. I am excited to see everyone back home but I can’t help but think it will be very different from when I lived there. I’ve changed since I moved here. I went from living in the middle of nowhere to living in a city with everything I need within a couple miles. I’m no longer accustomed to driving 15 miles each way to the nearest grocery store or not having cell phone towers anywhere. I’m wondering if I will love it the way I used to, or if I will be more than ready to return to my concrete jungle of convenience. It will be an interesting experience for sure.
While Thanksgiving and the 20 hours of driving I am undertaking will be its own challenge, it won’t be nearly as daunting as Christmas, which I will be spending here in NC. I am a girl who loves Christmas and refuses to miss out on any of the things I love about it, regardless of how alone I am. I insist on having a real Christmas tree, baking cookies, and mailing packages all over the country to my loved ones. Last year, I went by myself to the farmer’s market to get my Christmas tree. I also lugged the damn thing up the stairs to my apartment by myself and decorated it by myself. Then, I made some spiked eggnog, put on some Christmas music, and baked cookies by myself. This probably doesn’t sound fun to you, right? Well, you’re right and wrong. Yes, it kind of sucks but I would be much more bummed out if I gave up on the traditions I love. As long as I have the means to give myself the best Christmas possible, all hope is not lost. So, I will be doing all of those things again this year. Maybe, if I’m a very lucky girl, I’ll find someone to share my cute traditions with by December. I don’t know what the Universe has in store for me. Universe, if you are reading, please send me someone who wants to wear cheesy matching Santa hats and bake with me. The clock is ticking.