Unexpectedly...

...thankful.

I have never celebrated Thanksgiving before. Last night was enlightening. I reconnected with people that I never thought I'd need, that I never realized were family. My definition of family is expanding. Thank you John, Hilary, David, (Matt), and Andrew for including us in yours.

I have been thinking a lot recently about the places I live my life in. I don't just live in my apartment, in my room; I live in the Free Speech Cafe, I live on the couch in the back of Brewed Awakening, I live on this leather couch in Pleasant Hill. I live on the BART train, on the 51 heading to the east side, I live in the Allenoak garden and in Kroeber. I live in Morrison library, in front of the fire at the Ackers' house, at Joe's, at Tatyana's, I live at the Daily Cal. These are the places that define me, that I act within, that hold me. They are so familiar and comfortable. I wonder how I will remember them later in life, and as I wonder, I think back on Creative Play Preschool, on Natalie and Brian's room, on Ross's house in Chico, on our old backyard with the sloping hill, on my Dad's old office. Do we give enough credit to our surroundings? I love my spaces, and fifty years from now, when I look back on my early adulthood, I will have warm memories and bright scenery to look remember.