Sweet Home Chicago.

Thanksgiving morning I woke up at the ungodly hour of 5am. Yes, I do believe that God has nothing to do with any time before 8 in the morning. 5am is of Satan and is almost as evil as rock music (surely you know that I kidding about rock but I am still quite serious about early morning). Anyways, my wonderful friend Rob came and picked me up at 5:30 (yes believe it or not, I got ready in a half hour) and drove me to the airport.

My guy friends in Nashville are awesome!!! I can't get over what they pick up on and how willing they are to help me. I am EXTREMELY independent and have a really have a hard time letting people do nice things for me because I feel like I'm being an inconvenience. Knowing that I'm like this, these guys call me out on it and do awesome things like putting air in my tires (thanks James!) and in turn I've cooked a couple, in no way culinary masterpieces, meals for them. It seems to work out quite nicely. All this said, Rob picked me up at 5:30 and knowing that my favorite hard candy is Lemonheads, he brought me a huge box of them to eat while waiting for my flight.

The flight went well, better than the last time I flew home when I got stuck in security and they were calling my name overhead and I had to sprint through the terminal and even then once I got to my gate, the plane was pulling away, they had to re-dock it, and I had to walk onto the plane with everyone looking at me, and the couple next to me looked at me like I was of Satan, like 5am. I abhor being the center of attention and walking onto a plane where everyone has been seated for quite sometime and you're the girl that held up the whole flight, made me want to vomit. So this time was great. Yeah, those lemonheads, I ended up spilling them all over the plane. I didn't notice it until we landed and some mom started yelling to her 3 year old "Don't eat those, they have Corn Syrup in them". To avoid being the center of attention again, I bolted off that plane as fast as I could. I recall a time as a child when I spilled my lemonheads at the movies. You could hear them rolling down towards the front of the theatre.

One thing that I love about Nashville (and I guess the South in general) is that everyone talks to you. It really took me off guard when I first moved here. I would be sitting at a coffee shop reading a book and a person would strike up a conversation with me or my banker would ask me out on a date (creep). People are just really friendly. As soon as the plane landed and I saw the snow and when I accidentally bumped a lady in the terminal with my bag and she gave me an evil, evil look, I knew I was home. Oh the North.

Thanksgiving Day my aunt and uncle came over with my twin cousins who are 4 almost 5. There was a lot of food and lots of noise. My mom decided that for Chanukah she would buy the twins obnoxiously noisy toys. I've decided that when I have children (the longer I live with 4 kids the more likely it's going to be IF I have children) they are not going to get toys that play the same sound bite over and over again, or play the same 30 second song clip that only changes octaves and repeats over and over again and if someone buys them toys like that, magical elves will come in the night and clip the magical wires to the magical speaker.

Today my mom and I went to the day after Thanksgiving sales. I don't know why. I don't really like shopping and this is the worst day of the year to go shopping, but we did like idiots. It was nice to spend some time with her though and it really wasn't that bad.

Tonight I'm hanging out with my good friend Britney. She's going to cook food for the single girl that she feels sorry for and we'll probably watch a girly movie that will either A- make me feel awful about my single status or B- make it even harder for guys to win me over. Either one is healthy.

Late tonight, I'm going to Josh's annual swanky cocktail party and going to see a bunch of people that I haven't seen in the 7 months since I moved. I didn't know that I was going to be going to this and didn't bring any of my swanky clothes so I'm going to wear my cowboy boots. Yup. They are comfortable so that's what I'm going to wear and I'm going to just deal with the comments that I will get.

Tomorrow we're going downtown and Sunday is church at the good old Warehouse where I will be asked a million times if I'm dating someone in Nashville, but will get to see the friends that I miss the most. I'm sure that we will go out to eat and then hang out at Caribou where I will listen to all my philosophical friends talk and I will wish that I am as smart as they.

Nashville I miss ya, but it's great to be home. John, so far I don't have Stockholm syndrome.