twenty-something

What can I say about this year's Thanksgiving with my family in Rutland? Truth is, not much. It wasn't very exciting. I ate turkey, did many loads of laundry, and came home with allergies and a bad, bad cold. Awesome!

I did not spent any quality time, really, with my mom, dad, or grandmother. I didn't sleep at all at nights, and it took its toll. Overall, the two days and two nights in Rutland weren't as bad as I was dreading, but the visit certainly wasn't the heartwarming homecoming I have secretly dreamed about since I left for college.

Two quick updates:

My sister, 12, has become very pretty. She used to remind me of a baby Jennifer Aniston. Now she evokes, to me at least, a pre-teen Beckham era Keira Knightley. It must be the soccer. Or the haircut. Or the fact that she looks like she's wearing make up but isn't, and is the social butterfly of her seventh grade. She's just gorgeous.

My brother, 14, has become tall and thin, and has hair longer than anyone in my family. And it isn't even that long. My mom still has her lesbian-chic-meet-Marsha-Brady 'do, and bro's hair is sorta down past his chin, longer in the back, but not mullet-y. He needs a trim, but it looks good. Almost cool. He's growing up, and it's odd. I see so much of myself in him. Is he what I would've been had we stayed in Rutland and I played more football?

I love those fucking kids. And I miss them. I feel like I'm missing out on them growing up.

Sad face.