Sometimes things happen for a reason. And sometimes that reason reveals itself quickly.
This day-after Thanksgiving, I’m not thankful for sales at my favorite stores. I’m grateful to all the people in my life and to be back in Seattle. For being home to 8 million people (and less than 24 million rats, my parents informed me), New York was a lonely place for me. My family and friends of a decade were the motivation for my move. Although I miss the energy and opportunities in New York, it’s incredible to be back around my people.
After the death of my beloved aunt, my friends were taking me to brunch, coming over with wine and lining up to give me a hug. Those far away were calling. Multiple people invited me to Thanksgiving dinner. It makes a girl feel so very loved.
I was recently asked, “what makes you happy?” Without hesitation, my answer was, “spending time with people I love.”
That truly means everything to me. Whether my parents are calling to tell me what my niece did or my nephew is asking me to put the cat on Skype or my cousin is telling me about his latest twist on tator-tot casserole, or Courtney is texting me about her Saturday night or Tara is dropping by to make soup or Sarah is sending cute photos or Cluff is sharing Seahawks stats or James is sending funny SnapChats or Pam is telling me about the Whidbey birds over Lync, it all makes me smile.
So thank you. I’m grateful for all of you.
I’m a journalist, content strategist, doting auntie, amateur bobsledder, fitness enthusiast, and wannabe health nut (who loves chocolate and pizza too much to fully commit). I don't want you to think my life is perfect. It's not.