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it was the second thanksgiving in a row that i’ve spent in a group of haphazardly collected friends instead of with family at ‘home.’ i called my brother and he was asleep. maybe the tryptophan caused him to hang up on me.
this is forcing the concept of home, however far it had gone from what it once might have been, even further away. i’ve been losing it since maine, and definitely since the whole maine/greenfire/brokaw/london living situation which caused me to move every few months. i’m not…
