It turns out that absence really is the best way to develop gratitude. This year, the night before we give thanks for what we have, I'm thinking of all the things we don't have this year. The things we lost. The things we hope to get back. On previous Thanksgiving Eves, I would skip the bar hopping and take a trip into New York City for the day to see theater. I tell people that the day before Thanksgiving is the best day to visit the city. There aren't as many people, the weather is usually great, and you get that wonderful train ride home alongside everyone else heading home for the holiday. But no theater this year, and not that many people returning home who didn't already return months ago. I remarked to someone in April when friends from all over started coming back to stay with family in the hopes of riding out the pandemic that it felt like the holidays, but was also frustrating, because we associate the holidays with reunions and coffee dates with old friends...
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