Thankful.

We were at H &J’s the other day for Thanksgiving number one and when we went around the table to say what we’re thankful for, a girl I don’t know very well raised her glass, smiled, and said: “Rumble strips, birth control, and air-conditioning.”

I MEAN.

I am thankful for those things too, clearly.

But also.

A mom who would lie down in traffic for me. A dad who is funny and strong. A sister who walks around with half my heart always, my best good friend, my shadow self. A boyfriend who is going to pick me up from work in a couple of hours so we can blow this popsicle stand, and who will probably buy me an iced coffee for the ride. Girlfriends who make tasty dinners, who make it better, who make time. Paperbacks and Netflix and Dunkin’ Donuts and the thousand other creature comforts I take for granted every day. Public transportation and the people who keep it running. Clean water from the tap. My MacBook. Jeans with stretch. The fact that I get to vote. The fact that somebody taught me to read. Rumble strips. Birth control. And air conditioning.

I’m going home to my family, kittens. I’ll see you back here on Monday.