Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday.
This year I was able to return to Seattle briefly to see some old friends, a few older than others. I have always felt fortunate that my parents honor my friends as the family they are, and it was a treat to be with them as I have not made many new friends in Boston.
I think one of the blessings of being gay is that, often by necessity, you establish your own extended family. Those folks who look after you and care for you as much as any biologic or adoptive family would or could. I have always believed that I have had a fortunate life and my friends, my family, attest to this.
This year I have learned, and at times it has been a struggle, to be more gracious in accepting the kindnesses extended to me. My trip, and my travels, whether real or imagined, would not have been possible without them. Whether it has been my landlords giving me a few extra days on rent, people networking like crazy on my behalf, complete strangers sharing beer and well wishes, or being given the opportunity and time to find my feet in Boston: this past year would not have be possible on my own. I have learned, perhaps more this year than any other, this living is a group project.
I used to busy myself quite a bit with New Year’s resolutions and the such. I am not sure why as it always the same tepid list. This year, I am passing on this. Instead, I am going to try to focus on being sincere and remembering to say “Hey, thanks.”
Now that we are officially in the holiday season and I am holing up in a cold, icy place until I can get back on the bike, I’ll make this wish: I hope that your Christmas lights twinkle sweetly and your Hanukah candles have a lovely glimmer.