I posted a long time ago that I vowed not to go back home for the holidays. I'm going to Thanksgiving anyways.
Why? Because there are a few people I love dearly that I want to see. My brother and my cousin.
I'll be going up for seven days, and I'll probably be stuck in the usual routine. But it will all be worth it to see them.
But fuck Christmas. My brother is going on vacation and I don't want to pay for a plane ticket. Instead of presents I asked for my parents to donate to this charity. If y'all want to check it out, go ahead. My dear friend works for them in Ghana, and it's great. Not meaning to pressure, but...I donno.
So, that's my gig right now. Peace!
(Yes, many a mimosa will be had on the plane.)