Only three more weeks until the next holiday!

Bwog traveled the land and skies:

  • Had my first redeye flight, I barely got sleep and I feel awful.
    • Slept through my alarm to get up and go to the airport, woke up to public safety banging on my door because my mom called them, thank you mom <3.
  • Got yelled at by NYPD transit authority for not paying for the bus back from LaGuardia because my hands were full and a homeless man was following me so I was in a rush to get on and now have to pay exponentially more than the $2.75 I planned to pay on my way out.
  • Went to middle-of-nowhere, Maryland to visit my aunt, uncle, and cousins. 
  • Sat in a train car with not one, but two, screaming babies (was subject to nearly three straight hours of Cocomelon YouTube videos)
  • Flight back to school got cancelled.
  • Went to Vegas with my family for Thanksgiving to climb. (This sounds like something generated by a Mad Lib but it’s actually what happened).
    • Climbed a lot of rocks. Ignored the fact my ankle is likely still broken.
  • Flew to Chicago.
  • Dissociated during the entire experience of my United flight that was filled with children, had a bathroom break, and was delayed two hours.
  • Went to the mysterious Van Cortland park (of 1 train fame). Walked 7 miles and accidentally wandered into Westchester.

Bwog took the time to tackle some work:

  • Got a surprising amount of work done, still not enough though.
  • Did all of my readings on Wednesday and had no homework for the rest of the break. This was a first.
  • Wrote 12 pages of my thesis in one sitting. Eugh!
  • Panicked about my thesis, did a little work for my thesis, and panicked more about my thesis.
  • Was depressed about how much work I have.

Bwog spent time with their families:

  • Got closure on a fight I had with my dad before I left for college. Was proud of myself for a brief moment.
  • Experienced my first big family Thanksgiving (I’m used to very small ones with my mom, dad, brother, and grandpa).
  • Spent a lot of time with my little cousins.
  • Aired out our niche family drama to the recently divorced co-worker of my uncle who joined us at Thanksgiving dinner.
  • Beat my mother at Bananagrams.
  • Ten year old brother gave me a horrible hacking cough. May or may not be the flu. 
  • Went home and celebrated Thanksgiving with my family.
  • Hung out with my dad and talked so much I lost my voice.
  • Called my grandparents in Ukraine for the brief moment they had power.
  • Saw my brother, bitched and gossiped with him about people we both know.
  • Navigated familial drama that is oh-so-sparked by my parent’s recent divorce.
    • Made divorce jokes that got old fast.
  • Spoke to my half-brothers whom I haven’t heard from since I was very very small.
  • Found out that I have a niece on the way!
  • Played a lot of minesweeper with my brother.

Bwog ate very, very well:

  • Experienced and reminisced about California boba.
  • Had really good Greek food.
  • Cooked many a thing but nothing that was actually for Thanksgiving.
  • Forsook any Western pretenses and made borsch for Thanksgiving.
  • Generally ate so, so much good food.
  • Was made fun of by my friends for drinking mustard.
  • Was made fun of by my friends for bringing snacks that were basically pure sugar.
  • Ate.

Bwog (those that went home) experienced the joys of being home:

  • Enjoyed the freedom of having a kitchen again.
    • Baked three apple pies.
  • Felt the freedom of showering without sandals on.
  • Enjoyed my ridiculously comfortable bed at home.
  • Spent 80% of my time in bed using my heated mattress pad.
  • Forgot where everything in the kitchen is kept.
  • Snuggled so many guinea pigs, none of which were mine.
  • Saw some of my oldest and best friends.

Holiday Imagery via Bwarchives