Going home for Thanksgiving had never felt better. I honestly could not remember the last time I had been home for this particular holiday and this year was the most special because, we all ate together; something that had gotten away from us as marriages and births took over. Twenty-seven heads and we still missed five key members!
Staying with my Grandparents was as cozy as ever. Their home has remained fairly unchanged my whole life, even though, whenever I'm there, I walk around looking at the same beautifully old pictures they have of everyone. My Grandma still has every high school year book! Below, you'll see my aforementioned stunning grand-of-a-mother and then my Grandparents, who now been married for sixty-six years, on their wedding day. And oh the food...
Always homemade goodies galore at home. One could say my Grandparents were the original hipsters upon seeing their shelves full of canned goods, but that would be far too worthy of a compliment for a hipster. They are go-getters through & through and even in their mid-eighties they are still canning all summer long.
A few shots of the open land in northern New York and you can see why one would ache with sadness upon entering all the goings on at O'Hare. Saying goodbye-til-next-time to my roots was bittersweet. It was now time to get back to real life; taking buses and elevated tracks and hustling my way around my life here, but the feeling of restored ran through my veins, and I was flooded with the can-do optimism of tackling life and figuring out what the heck I'm supposed to do with it.
Personal Photos: iPhone & Instagram
