I really love November, like love-love. Like WHOA, NOVEMBER I LOVE YOU, can you stick around awhile?! (slinky little fox never does)
I generally hate the cold but the prospect of warming up with a bowl of stuffing and scandalously large mugs of hot cider takes the sting right out of a chilly night.
And then there’s Thanksgiving (presumably where I acquire the aforementioned stuffing) — I’d love to make lofty claims that it’s the world’s best holiday but I can’t; the world doesn’t celebrate Turkey Day, so it’s limited to being America’s best holiday.
But America’s unequivocally best holiday it is. Everyone getting together, draped in fuzzy sweaters and wine soaked smiles. No presents exchanged, just stories and slices of pie. Perfection.
I’ve got a few Thanksgivings on the calendar this year, a New York Friendsgiving and, of course, a St. Louis family affair and it all has me feeling a bit whimsy today — counting my blessings along with how many sticks of butter I need buy before everyone comes over next weekend.
Shall we count aloud?
It took a while to get situated up here — to understand the transient nature of comers and goers in any New York social circle; figuring out who to hold on to, who to let go of.
But over the course of the last few weeks — sitting in coffee shops, juice shops, beer halls and the quiet comfort of my own home — I’ve been warmed by the sort of conversation unique to women.
The conversations that start by mentioning one minor, nondescript detail of your day and then somehow trek through the far corners of your universe discussing the darkest corners of your dusty souls / everything you ate that day / what the boy in the cubicle next to you said / your deepest fear / your greatest joy / what you’re wearing to that party later — all without breaking stride.
Magical, I tell you.
Crap, I shamelessly self-promote with the best of them.
But tumblr lets me take as many mini-vacations from my workday, commercial breaks, or those terrible moments when sleep eludes me and for that I am quite grateful.
Also — getting to peek into a bunch of strangers’ imaginations — what fun!
3. Sisters that visit often.
New York is no walk in the park (unless you’re in New York and one of its many parks, taking a walk, but jesus PLEASE can we ignore the semantics for a moment!?) — having sisters willing to part with their time and money to come and spend a few short days in your tiny apartment is the sweetest of sweet respite.
Plus, we’re now at the age where telling mom about our drunken adventures is like, totally fun and acceptable and not some secret where we all pretend Frankie didn’t puke out the back window of my car last night and the footprints on the ceiling aren’t from the neighbor boys doing keg stands.
4. Living in New York.
What a beautiful struggle you are, New York.
6. Being able to leave New York.
Los Angeles (2x), San Francisco, Home (never enough times), Indio, CA and the outskirts of NYC for music festivals…they’ve all been wonderful and needed and amazing in every way this year.
7. When your siblings’ friends and your friends’ siblings become your friends.
All so mature, loving each other as much as we do those that link us together.
8. Face Masks.
Origins Charcoal Face Mask is some kind of special.
Some kind of muddy and sticky and gloppy and soothing special. It has seen me through many a dark day; it has relaxed with me on the couch, it has enjoyed a warm mug of tea with my roommate, it has brightened up my dark circles and worked its way into my pores and hopefully unnoticeable wrinkles, never coming off a moment too soon — save for the moments when I cry into my face mask and it runs all over my bathrobe.
Like I said, many a dark day together.
9. Being a girl (lady? woman? WTF AM I??).
Aside from heavy-hitting reasons like being a feminist and believing in girl power and getting to grow up in a generation of co-females knowing that no office is off-limits and no position impossible, I also get to post pictures like this and feel like Cinderella or whoever that broad is who clicks the heels of her sparkly shoes together.
10. For my good health.
It’s been a really hard fall, one marred by various, serious health problems of various, deeply loved ones. It’s hard to have your heart break in the face of uncertain futures; it’s harder to watch the hearts of others break under the same weight.
It’s hard to sit in a hospital lobby with your heart in your hands and a knot in your throat, wishing with all your wishes that you could reverse a diagnosis or ease even a bit of the pain.
Health surely isn’t to be taken for granted, and so a blessing I will count it as!
While it’s only November 6th and you’ve got 22 more days to come up with your list, I hope yours are shaping up just as nicely; there’s much to be thankful for.
(Oh, also, I’m at 4.5 sticks of butter for next week…)