my father's birthday

Thanksgiving was wonderful. Because of sad circumstances, I ended up taking a train to Boston by myself early Wednesday morning (instead of driving there with my close friend), but was still looking forward to seeing the wonderful Maria Eugenia and her posse of outlaws.

our weekend consisted of relaxing, reminiscing and eating. and eating. it was exactly what i needed, and i even had some time to do some soul-searching. after eating some ridiculously good turkey, that is. i don't know, i think even though boston isn't the place for me right now, my visits there recently have really adjusted my attitude towards my life in new york. i love it here, it's my home, and i miss it when i'm away. i don't think i want to leave, even though lately i've been longing for Puerto Rico. who knows where i'll end up, but for me, right now, new york is it. boston reminds me of that while still allowing me to love it there.

as for my friend(s), i realized this Thanksgiving, the day that would have been my father's 60th birthday, that i have the best ones. simply put, the main thing i have to be grateful for this year is the honor of having the greatest, most loyal and loving friends in the world.