I had my first Thanksgiving away from my immediate family...ever. True to form, I made a huge deal out of this in my head beforehand and thought that I'd be so upset and it would just be the worst. HA! Was I ever wrong. Do you know anyone who's ever had a "bad time" arriving somewhere at noon to have a tropical drink handed to them by a "mixologist" 9-year-old-second-cousin-once-removed? Or didn't enjoy herself while shoving proscuitto and salami and mozzarella down the hatch while sitting in the sun next to an outdoor fire pit? Oh, and after a dinner spread of Brajole and Corned Beef (and yes, Turkey too) it was time to drive (don't worry, not me...I don't drive after more than three rum drinks) to Thanksgiving dinner number two. Just a little tip: never do this. Don't try. Do not attempt. Don't even think it is possible. Actual words I uttered en route to dinner #2 were "wow, I'm not disgustingly full!" I think the cliche term for that is: famous last words. Well, it's a good thing that my boyfriend's brother, wife and children had already formed their [seemingly good] first impressions of me, because after a bite of turkey and half of a dinner roll I had to excuse myself for fear of vomiting. I politely (at least, I think it was polite, I'm not sure, remember: mini-bartender cousins are dangerous) excused myself from dessert as the sight of the Oreo creme pie was setting my gag reflex into motion, and curled up in the fetal position with heartburn for several hours.
Other than that things have been pretty run-of-the-mill. Just kidding! There's no mill! I'm anxious to start my "life" out here but also really fucking petrified. I'm trying to keep it together, but I don't know what its like to live in a city that isn't New York (or London, after my brief stint there) and I definitely don't know what its like to be away from my entire clan of friends and family. I feel like such a baby, and I know I'm behaving like one, but I somehow missed the whole "growing-up-is-moving-away" thing...until now. So I had a nice long panic attack this afternoon (complete with my teddy bear and a cave of sheets to hide under) and I'm done. I can't do it anymore. I'm going to relish the fact that I have the opportunity to live in a place where it is sunny 75% of the year and that I can afford the car that I'm picking up this week and that I'm not whining about wearing a scarf and my hands being freakin' freezing all the time. Hell, I've been in a hot tub twice in the last 24 hours, shit ain't so bad.
PS: I posted videos the other day...did anyone watch them? I know it was the holiday, but as it was my first foray into the "vlog" situation (of sorts) I wonder what people think.