Last summer the boyfriend and I bought a house. It’s a
lovely townhouse with lots of room for our little family. The house has a wide
open floor plan on the main level, with tons of space in the kitchen and dining
room. This was one of the factors that swayed us to buy this house, and since
we moved in I have had visions of myself hosting parties and family
get-togethers in my large, new space.
Because I have all this space now, I’ve been campaigning to
host Thanksgiving at my house instead of my parents’ this year. This wasn’t as
easy as you’d think. My family is not big on change, and we’ve always done
holidays at my parents’ house. But I got a couple of my sisters-in-law to help
me advocate for the change in venue, and my parents finally agreed to come see
me on Thanksgiving instead of everyone heading over the river and through the
woods to see them.

After a few deep breaths and some phone calls with my
sisters-in-law and my mom, I’m feeling better. I’ve put out requests
for assistance, and people are bringing everything from pies to green-bean
casserole to a high chair so the baby nephew doesn’t run amok. This just might
work out the way I want. All I have to do is make a turkey, and make sure my
house is clean. I can totally do that.
However, if you are coming to Thanksgiving at my house, you
should probably bring your own chair, just to be on the safe side.
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