Goings on

I was going to say "happy Thanksgiving!" but then I remembered that nobody reads this and that's just the way I like it, so I'm not going to say that. I will, however, say that this is my very first Thanksgiving away from the warmth and comfort of Mom and Dad's house. It feels whack, yo. I will be spending my first of many holidays with Nick's family. It promises to be a far different holiday experience than I'm used to. His entire extended family gets together, but only for dinner. In the Morley household, holidays usually include immediate family with one or two extras possible and we spend the better part of a day together. It should be interesting. It's better this way though. I'd have a nervous breakdown if I had to spend ALL day with them, especially because Nick promises that there will be plenty of wedding-related attention lavished upon me. I seriously dislike attention from people I don't know well, unless I'm drunk as a skunk. Also, I don't have my wedding colors picked out yet. FTLOG WORLD, STOP ASKING WHAT MY WEDDING COLORS ARE.

Red is also spending her first Thanksgiving away from home though, sadly, her decision was made for her, not by her. She recently had her vacation day tomorrow revoked as the result of a new (for the second time) promotion. Not only does she have to work tomorrow, but she has to work Saturday and Sunday too. Poor Red. Poor salaried, non-hourly Red. And poor Mom and Dad. I sure hope Mike's family is spending the day with them. I can't imagine how depressing Thanksgiving would be if they actually had to talk to each other.

The move is now complete and I have seen my sweet little apartment at 1005 Glen Place for the last time. I went through the entire process with surprisingly few tears. For some reason, I just cannot bear to let Nick see me cry and since he was awesome about being there to help me clean, I didn't have a lot of opportunities to sob my eyes out and let the snot just run pathetically down my face. My voice faltered a couple of times, and I brushed tears away a few times, but I was mostly composed. I thought for sure I'd lose it yesterday as soon as I walked out of my move-out inspection, especially because the manager kept talking about how beautiful my view is (hello! lived here for three years! you don't have to remind me what I'm moving away from!) and telling me that she's sad I'm leaving but I'm going to a better place (isn't that a sentiment usually reserved for the terminally ill?) but again I had to hold it together because I needed to stop at Charter on the way home to return my internet modem. So, still no good cry and I need one. Maybe next week.

Living with Nick (I spell his name this way now because that's how he made me spell it on the Christmas cards) has been an adjustment. Don't get me wrong, it's not been BAD, but it's definitely been and will continue to be an adjustment. I feel like I'm walking on eggshells, not because he's made me feel like that, but because really, I'm invading his space and I want to make it feel like it's mine too in the least intrusive possible way. Aside from telling me he feels claustrophobic here lately, he's been really wonderful about it. And he swears even that isn't my fault, but guess what? It's my boxes everywhere making him feel that way. To be honest, I feel guilty typing this blog right now instead of unpacking. So, yeah. It will take a while. We'll get there though. I've done this before. I knew not to expect one big drunken orgy this time.

I'm shocked and appalled that today is Thanksgiving and I still have not put my Christmas tree up. It would have been up at least a month ago had it not been for this move. Bad move! Bad! I don't even feel very Christmas spirity this year and, if you know me, you know that I ALWAYS feel Christmas spirity. I'm potentially the only person in the world who loves that stores have started peddling their Christmas wares in September. I can only attribute my lack of spirit to my lack of Christmas tree. Shopping hasn't even really helped. Neither have Christmas movies. Or making Christmas ornaments. Or the Christmas City of the North parade. Damn it, I'm depressing myself. I need to put that bad boy up TODAY. Potentially right after I write this. My ornaments are in boxes so that counts as unpacking, right? Right!

Tomorrow I'm heading home for the rest of the weekend and I'm really excited. I haven't been up in over a month and that's pretty rare for me. Even then, we went up with Gretchen to stay at the shack, so I wasn't really at home for more than an hour or two. I need me some good Tower/Mom and Dad time. Hopefully some Taylor time too. Red and I both have almost an entire consecutive week off for Christmas and I absolutely could not be more excited. It's been a long while since we've spent any significant amount of time at home together without Darren. Not that I dislike Darren (in fact, I'll miss him a little bit) but he makes sleepovers impossible. And sleepovers are kind of the best part.

All of the stores are opening at 4am tomorrow and I shudder at the thought of being one of those nut jobs who actually enjoys Black Friday. I guess I'm not people persony enough. Shit, I KNOW I'm not people persony enough. I will be driving home, listening to Christmas music in the car (I finally found my Christmas cds that I've been accusing Chuck of stealing for the last three years!) and staying as far away from the mall area as I possibly can.