I have been alone all day, aside from:
4 text messages
2 phone calls
a skype date
a brief encounter with my neighbor (he tuned my ukulele)
and a long conversation over eggs and turkey sausage (yes turkey!) with my only-friend-in-Tuckson, Damara.
I'm aware of being alone, but I don't feel lonely or super sad.
This is not the first Thanksgiving I've spent without family and friends.
Stranded in the city due to awful museum scheduling,
stranded in a South African village,
stranded in Orange County (mom was in prison serving Chinese food to inmates, dad was playing ball somewhere far, cousins were in NZ, boyfriend? I forgot!)
This year I wouldn't say I'm, "stranded in the desert" or "stranded in Tucson!"
Although I have to admit I've earlier today I was scoping out last minute plane flights and greyhound stations ($102 roundtrip Tuckson-Noho!) hope of peace-ing out of this joint.
but...I'm still here. And it's okay, candles lit, musica feliz on, coffee and soymilk Times New Roman everywhere, ukulele study breaks...there's moments when I'm great even. Yes, finally, at the age of 28 (I know I have 2 more months!) I am super grateful of purpose and place, and that I'm okay. That I have D bringing me breakfast in bed, that I am able-bodied to read and wake, type and strum, run and hum.
And because of all that - of knowing and feeling and believing, I feel infinitely blessed that I am alone this year for Thanksgiving!
