It was a beautiful Thanksgiving -- big and full and loud and delicious. Our dear new friends and our Brooklyn family and my sister from across the country all crowded around the table in our 350 square foot apartment. There was turkey and gingerbread stuffing, cranberry pomegranate relish, three kinds of pie, a pumpkin bread pudding, specially concocted cocktails -- we are still feasting, and probably will be for many days more.
At the end of the day, Sebastian took my hand and said it was perfect. That everyone was so present and happy to be there.
Lately I've been feeling fairly weighed down by the responsibility and effort of this decision we've made to be here. It can be overwhelming, and often I do not handle it with much grace. But I am so grateful that we are here, that I have a honey who has committed to being here with me, who will hold my hand and be present with me, regardless of whether we are feasting or struggling.
I am so grateful, too, for this space. For the friendships I've made here, the kind words that warm like nothing else I know.
I hope you are well and happy.
Thank You,
+Chelsea
