Thanksgiving is not a big event for my family. Growing up, I never had any of the traditional elements associated with Thanksgiving (I didn’t even have pumpkin pie until I was in my late teens), so the large family gathering is not something I’m accustomed to or will likely ever experience (we’re a really small group). That said, it’s nice to have a moment to stop and be grateful for the little things. This year, I’m thankful for the ones who are always there for me when I need them. For the friends I’ve made, and the welcome I’ve received at my new job. For my tiny hobbit hole and the little ball of chub who greets me every night when I come home (often with a flick of the tail and a demanding meow for food), and for personal growth and discoveries.
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