“i’m under your spell, but i’ll never tell”
It’s holiday season. I imagine you noticed.
I have noticed that i’m much more fond of “family” holidays than i used to be. Something about living afar from your family makes those times when it is obligatory to see them really sweet. But, of course, that only applies to Christmas here, as someone set Thanksgiving at an inconvenient proximity. That is, when it requires travel, it seems a bit silly to do big family shindig twice in the space of a month, so we tend to do Christmas.
Anyhow, what i was really thinking about was – clearly – Thanksgiving. Which is the wayside holiday that i haven’t done with my family in years – it’s kind of the girlfriend holiday, again due to proximity. Perhaps because i am very close to my immediate family (in a way that would be hard for most people to understand, maybe), i have always considered “in-law” (for lack of a better term) families important as well.
Mostly, it’s so damn nice to have nice “in-laws”. Jake’s parents made me nervous as hell (not that they weren’t nice…). And it was damn awkward coming to Thanksgiving as her roommate (i mean, really, you can get a free pass on that once, but after that it’s a bit transparent). Jamie’s folks are lovely (and, y’know, both know we’re dating). Moreover, while the girlfriend part is equally unstated with the extended family, it is somehow far less euphemistic. I suppose it is the subtle difference between “hi, this is my roommate” and “hi. (you can fill in the blanks your own damn self).”
Happy Thanksgiving y’all, despite the history of it. I’m off to bake cobbler – what better way to endear yourself with in-laws? Or anyone, really!
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