http://www.erinseaboltbond.com/2009/11/25/the-first-thanksgiving/ Erin Seabolt Bond Wed, 08 Feb 2012 13:50:52 +0000 hourly 1 http://www.erinseaboltbond.com/2009/11/25/the-first-thanksgiving/comment-page-1/#comment-984 Erin Thu, 26 Nov 2009 03:37:24 +0000 http://www.erinseaboltbond.com/?p=604#comment-984 "...it’s less about sharing a holiday celebration and more about having some place to be while everything’s closed and everyone’s busy" and "It’s a funny thing, how perfectly content I can be holed up with a book and ignoring everyone…until solitude is enforced by the evidence that no one’s around to be ignored." --exactly! You absolutely nailed how I feel right now. “…it’s less about sharing a holiday celebration and more about having some place to be while everything’s closed and everyone’s busy” and “It’s a funny thing, how perfectly content I can be holed up with a book and ignoring everyone…until solitude is enforced by the evidence that no one’s around to be ignored.” –exactly! You absolutely nailed how I feel right now.

]]> http://www.erinseaboltbond.com/2009/11/25/the-first-thanksgiving/comment-page-1/#comment-983 Sabrina Thu, 26 Nov 2009 03:19:58 +0000 http://www.erinseaboltbond.com/?p=604#comment-983 Holidays are just one of those bittersweet kinds of things, I think. Their celebration tend to be filled with tradition, and that's something people tend to inherit from family along with DNA and whatnot. I've always felt lacking in that area, perhaps now more than ever, with my dad in rehab. I'll be hanging out at Zea's house on Thursday, and while I'm glad of it, it's less about sharing a holiday celebration and more about having some place to be while everything's closed and everyone's busy, to be blunt about it. It's a funny thing, how perfectly content I can be holed up with a book and ignoring everyone...until solitude is enforced by the evidence that no one's around to be ignored. Holidays are just one of those bittersweet kinds of things, I think. Their celebration tend to be filled with tradition, and that’s something people tend to inherit from family along with DNA and whatnot. I’ve always felt lacking in that area, perhaps now more than ever, with my dad in rehab. I’ll be hanging out at Zea’s house on Thursday, and while I’m glad of it, it’s less about sharing a holiday celebration and more about having some place to be while everything’s closed and everyone’s busy, to be blunt about it. It’s a funny thing, how perfectly content I can be holed up with a book and ignoring everyone…until solitude is enforced by the evidence that no one’s around to be ignored.

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