twenty-something

Tonight I'm headed home to Vermont for the Thanksgiving holiday. It'll be the first time I've been back to the Green Mountain State in nearly three months, making this the longest stretch I've ever stayed away from Vermont in, well, my entire life. Though I haven't lived there all my years, even when I lived in Rhode Island or New Hampshire or New York, I've always made it back about once a month.

I miss it terribly, and it's been hard, at times, to be away, but it was important that I focus on my new life here in Boston. That meant missing fall, my favorite season, in the most beautiful place on earth this year. Though I'm psyched to be back for my favorite holiday and to see my family, I'm a little anxious for this little homecoming.

So much has changed I left home on September 9th...

This will be the first Thanksgiving without my father since I was nine. I haven't written about it here, but my mother asked my father to move out the day I left for Boston. She filed for divorce within a month of that. The marriage is over, as, it would seem, is my relationship with my father. But that's not news. That's been true for over a year now.

It's been a long time coming. I've known this was inevitable. I've wanted this. But, surprisingly, I wouldn't say I'm "happy" about this turn of events. It's been harder than I would have anticipated, but I know that this is the best thing for my family. The dread that's accompanied visits home since my parents' marital woes took center stage is gone, but this is a whole new world and I'm a bit anxious to face it for the first time.

Still, I pack up the Volvo and I head north in a few hours... Vermont, here I come!

Happy Thanksgiving.