I'm Goin'... Goin' Home

I love my family. They are warm and loving and sarcastic and loud and constantly cooking and cleaning up and cooking again. My parents and siblings and niece and nephew. My aunt and Uncle and my cousins. I love the chaos and the feeling that these people are blood; that I've known them since I was a tiny thing. Reconnecting with them as we all make our way into adulthood. It was an honor, a pleasure, a lovely thing to spend Thanksgiving with all of them. We definitely missed all the siblings/cousins that weren't there, even if I had to sit at the "kids" table.