I wrote a little bit last year about how the world can be kind of dismal. Things, on a global scale, seem as though they have not improved. Perhaps they never will, but I am still thankful to be a part of it. I am thankful for the people who choose kindness. To my fellow American citizens, happy Thanksgiving. I hope that you have what you need and maybe a little bit of what you want.
This has been a productive but difficult year for me, with lots of change and some serious introspection. There is more to come. I am thankful for a partner who has supported me in all ways. Being able to lean on him, even just a little bit, even when I don’t want to believe I need help, means everything. I am thankful especially for my dad, and my immediate family, for being the incredible, beautiful people they are. I am thankful for my mom’s family, the sheer magnitude of their love, even through a computer screen. I often feel odd and a bit left out, but never in their company. I am thankful for the closeness we had when I was young. I am thankful, too, for Timothy’s family, for having welcomed me with open arms ten years ago.
I am thankful for each and every one of my friends, especially those far away old best friends I rarely see. I love you. I am thankful for the friends I have made in my adulthood, because it seemed unlikely that I would manage such a feat. I am thankful for the accidental friends: former roommates, Timothy’s friends, and the girlfriends and wives of those friends. Thank you for accepting me. Thank you having a beer with me.
I am thankful for my new home, this cozy little house by the river. I am thankful that I finally feel like I am home, because I have not felt this way in a long, long time. I am thankful for pine forests and salt air. I am thankful for all the opportunities I’ve had to travel.
I am thankful for the tortoise. I am thankful for the half-blind warrior cat who sometimes calls our home his home. I am thankful for the little tufts of fur between his toes, and the way he always smells like leaves. I didn’t realize how much I missed having a cat until one decided to attach himself to me.
I am thankful for board games. I am thankful for mugs of hot coffee. I am thankful for the sound and smell of charcoal on paper. I am thankful for the museums I visited when I was small.
Stay warm and cozy, friends. Remember all those who came before, who spoke languages slowly being forgotten. Thanks for reading.
Thanks for stopping by. My name is Naomi, and this space is made of girldust. This blog is a picture of my comfortably scattered life on the coast of Maine. I'm trying to be a slightly better version of myself every day. I like old houses, reading, the ocean, ghost stories, and museums. You can learn a little bit more about me here. Follow along elsewhere, or get in touch: