This year for Thanksgiving my sister and I headed down to Connecticut to spend the holiday at my Grammy’s house. My parents drove down from Syracuse and it was a perfectly relaxing weekend spend with my mom’s side of the family. Greenwich is where my mom grew up, and since we’ve been taking trips here a few times a year since I was born, it truly does feel like home. I know the town like the back of my hand and although I do spend some times out of doors, I always feel happy enough just kicking my heals up and basking in relaxation– which is much of what I did this trip and exactly the kind of weekend I was looking for.
Thursday was spent watching the Macy’s Thanksgiving parade in our pajamas, pouring all the love into baby Hope, and then spending time together cooking and eating. We had an early dinner, and by 6:00 were all quiet and sleepy, the aftermath of too much rich food and much too many varieties of delicious pie. It was in a word: wonderful.
Friday my sister and I took a stroll down Greenwich Avenue, dipping into our favorite stores to shop the Black Friday sales. We both came back with goodies for our closets, and less money in our wallets than we’d had the day before. Since my gifts this year are all being bought handmade, this day was of the “treat yo self” variety. And a very nice treat it turned out to be.
All in all it was a such a good weekend. It was good to be with family and it was so very good to be “home”.