I'm at home. It's weird-- like nothing has ever changed. Like I haven't even moved.
Josh is sleeping in my old bedroom (my sister graciously gave up her bed for the weekend), I can hear my mom washing dishes, my sister is walking in and out of the house taking care of the dogs, and my dad is picking the banjo while watching tv.
I mean, really, life doesn't get any better than this.
Did I mention that all of this is going on in the single-wide trailer that I lived in from the time I was born until Josh and I got married? There's something about your childhood home... everything is familiar and wonderful.
What a great Thanksgiving!
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