Thanksgiving, A Few Weeks Late
I'm in the San Francisco airport en route to Minneapolis, surrounded by tired travelers. I forgot my phone charger in Los Angeles, so I'm sitting next to a charging station with my laptop plugged into the port and my phone connected to my computer via a new USB cable I just bought at one of those ubiquitous candy/magazine/neck pillow stores a couple of gates down.
It's almost Christmas. Can you believe that? I can't. It seems like the older I get, the more I hear myself saying, "Can you believe it's already ____?". Time is flying by. Everyone's getting older. The days are long, but the years are short.
Since I'm still about half a million years behind with editing and sharing photos, I thought it was appropriate to post Thanksgiving photos on the way home for Christmas. That makes sense, right? Sure. I've been home so many times that they're all starting to blend together, something I am completely okay with. I've been a bit spoiled the past year or so, with so much fluidity between my home state and the state I currently call home. If someone could invent a teleportation device, stat, my life would be complete.
All of these photos are from Toby's parents' house, a favorite location of mine. It's a cabin the woods - need I say more? We spent the first part of the day there and ate Thanksgiving lunch with Toby's family, and then headed to my parents' house for Thanksgiving dinner. I was all gung ho about taking photos of my dad's cooking and my mom's gorgeous table setup, but then I started feeling sick, and long story short, I spent the rest of the night either in my bed or in the bathroom. Nothing like getting the stomach flu after eating two Thanksgiving meals! But it was still a beautiful day.
See you again in a few hours, Midwest!