Thanks all around.
Thanks so much.
You don’t know this, but that fact that my friends and friend-periphery read this occasionally helps keep up blogging moral. And I want to to keep blogging, so thanks. It has become a useful database of my past thoughts and adventures presented in a happier light.
Just spent a brief Thanksyougiving with the phamily in Nebraska. I have to say it was the shortest and smallest one we’ve had for years because the family has gotten to large for our “rickety house” (as my aunt calls it) and so tiny factions have broken off to have their own Thanksgivings.
How I’m feeling now: It’s weird to be home. I don’t think this has really felt like home since I lived in my own apartment two years ago. Sure, there’s a certain tinge of nostalgia when I come back, but it’s somewhat difficult to see through the heavy coat of stress that also comes with coming home. My sister created a name for our house on FourSquare that I think says everything: Asian Shame Center of Nebraska. I really don’t need to go on from there.
I’m also feeling restless still. It was quelled for while I was busy, but now it’s back again! I use the word “adventure” a lot, but I really mean it. I want to go on little adventures with spontaneous people! I want good company, laughs, and new places. I’m pretty sure that moving into my new apartment will alleviate these feelings at least for a bit.