Since tomorrow is Thanksgiving, I'm going to obviously write about everything I'm thankful for. There's a lot of things and it might drag but it's worth it because...it will definitely be a little insight into my crazy little mind. I'm going to start with the little things and move on to the bigger ones.
I'm thankful for Dunkin Donuts iced coffee every single morning. Without it, I seriously am a different person and on the weekends I am not a happy camper so the fact that it exists and gets me through my days is wonderful.
I'm thankful for having the ability to do absolutely everything I want to do. I inherited this trait from my mother. If my bank account is empty but I want a hamburger, I find quarters and I get myself that hamburger. There is always a way. But on a bigger scale, I am going to 5 concerts in the next 6 months and 4 of them I paid for with my own money because I have a wonderful job that allows me to do that.
So on that note, I'm thankful for my wonderful job. Not only do I enjoy what I do, but I make enough money to pay all of my bills and spoil myself a little on the side. I have food to eat, a bed to sleep in, and I get my nails done every two weeks. I also work with great people. There might only be a few of us in this office, but I get taken out to lunch at least once a week and I have sounding boards for when I'm going nuts at work. I'm thankful for my coworkers.
I'm also thankful for the roof over my head. Provided by my best friend, I have my own room and my own bathroom and a place to call home. I have electricity and running water. And I don't pay very much in the scheme of things to have all of that.
That leads me to being thankful for my best friends and those I consider now to be my family, near or far. Morgan, Copelin, Catherine...these are my sisters. Catherine has seen it ALL. For 12 years she's seen the good, the bad, the ugly, the unfortunate fashion decisions, the terrible haircut choices, the even worse taste in boys, the heartache, the laughs, the tears, the distance, the time spent together that feels as though there has never been any time in between. She is my all. I firmly believe that we were created so close together in time because someone up there knew that there was no such things as me without her and vice versa. Morgan has picked up a lot of broken pieces for me probably without realizing it. She has such a way to slap reality into my face without the actually sting of the slap that is so real and honest, it's incredible. We live together and if I see her once a week that's a lot...but she's always there. A piece of me I need when I don't know I need it. Copelin has been there for a lot of it, too. I think I take her for granted the most just because I know she's going to be there. I'm never afraid of losing her, but I also don't take advantage of that. If I want to see her, I see her. We make it work and she screws my head back on straight. I do the same for her and I'll do it until the day I die.
Far, I also have people I love and wouldn't be the same without. Kimmy, through high school and still now, she's my girl. When you have someone you can sit and talk with for hours like you're still 17 and nothing has changed and live in just that moment...that is what I love. She is who I love. Danya, my NYU spirit sister. The person I talk to the least and probably think about the most. She just gets it. She's off the wall and perfect. The person I desire to be with every fiber of my being. She supports me when I don't even know I'm in need of support. I miss our dinners or stupid talks on your bed about Taylor Swift and how perfect she sums up our lives and everything we want out of this world. I just miss you. But every single day, I'm thankful for you.
Where there are friends, there is family. My parents go without saying. I have gotten everything I have ever needed from them and then some. Hardly have I ever gotten a "no" from them and maybe that's not such a good thing but I'm blessed and spoiled and ever-so-grateful. My grandparents were my lifeline as a child and as I watch them grow older and weaker, they are still the same two people who put Pocahontas stickers on the phone outside so that I knew it was my phone and no one else's. I cherish the time I get to spend with them because they still have such spunk in their 80s and I know my time with them is drawing to a close so I'm grateful simply for every single day. My siblings: for everything. Michelle is my psuedomom who has been taking care of me for as long as I can remember. Feeding me when I'm too poor to feed myself or just hanging out with me watching stupid TV because she cares. Making me break-up kits when my heart hurts and loving me to the moon and back. Ditto, seester, always. Christopher, simply for being Christopher. When it comes down to it when I need him he's there. I firmly believe he'd kill someone for me, and we all need someone like that in our corner. Love isn't a strong enough word to express how I feel for these people.
That's all I have. I'm thankful for a lot. For the hurt, for the pain, for the happiness that is inevitable after and the strength I gain from it all. I'm breathing and living another day and for THAT, I am thankful.
xx
Gina
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