life will be ecstasy, you and me and

Holy shit. One year ago, I was getting ready to board a plane for Los Angeles. I was worrying about spending Thanksgiving surrounded by a bunch of people I’d either never met before or barely knew - but still wanted to impress. I was reorganizing, I was cleaning, I was calling my mother for her green bean casserole recipe.

This year, I am wasting away my last hours at work before I get to leave for my audition. I’ve been moving my shit around and doing laundry all week. I’m worrying about spending Thanksgiving with DJ and all his friends. I know some of them, some of them I don’t know, how the hell is this our fourth date? (Of course, in the span of three dates we’ve managed to spend about forty hours together, so I guess it kind of evens out.) I am calling my mom for her rhubarb pie recipe. I am not getting on a plane, but I am definitely about to go for a ride.

Some things never change. Happy Turkey Day, y’all. If your weekend looks anything like mine, best of luck to you.