Happy Thanksgiving

I sit here on this late Thanksgiving evening, stuffed to the brim after a day of cooking and joking and eating and laughing, and I am exhausted. It was a good holiday and I am very thankful that I was able to come home and share it with my family. However, like any festive occasion with my family, I couldn't escape without both injury and emotional outburst. The injury happened early in the day when I opened the oven to check on my roasting squashes and got hit full in the face with a blast of steam. My skin is still sore and red but luckily it didn't blister and hopefully it won't peel. A great start to the day indeed! I managed to recover fairly quickly, and though a little more sedate, I continued cooking more delicious foods. The dynamics in my family are interesting these days, because everyone but me has their special someone. It is hard not to feel mildly left out when everyone else has other family meals they are venturing off to or returning from, always with loved one in tow. Sure, they also argue constantly and at times almost kill each other but from what I can tell that is fairly normal. Anyways, as usual my mom and dad bickered with each other the way they always do and mom asked me snarkily why I still thought I wanted a relationship. It just struck me that if I never find someone to spend my holidays with as I get older, my parents will eventually die and my siblings will all have their own happy little homes and I will be completely and achingly alone. I had to steal away and cry for a little while before bandaging it all with some pie. Sigh. So though I am thankful for all that I have (family, friends, brains, etc). I am, as always, stressed about the future. Will I even have a job or a place to live after Dec 31? Will I have to wait yet another year to start grad school? Will I be utterly alone for the rest of my life? Excuse me for my moment of apathy and I hope you have as many things to be thankful for as I do to worry about. Happy Thanksgiving.