Thanksgiving: thoughts

by Anna Kueck
Guest Blogger

Thanksgiving has turned into something ironic, a break from everything I am supposed to be thankful for. You know all those great opportunities? All that great stuff you learn and post-graduate things you have to be excited for.

I suddenly discovered I have been working tediously to discover only what I don't want to do, and to fail at my one strength. And so I had that conversation with Joe, who is just a prof, and his concern with the future of students only stretches as far as their minds will concede to produce. On the low minor note of his spiked comment, I slammed the door on the plans I had made, and then the back up plans, and rode home peacefully with a newly blank imaginary life.

Now I am escaping my family (whom I am also supposed to be thankful for) and spending the evening with your dear Abigail. As evenings were spent before the future had even presented itself, when we were still pining to leave the monotonous certainty of these suburbs that now welcome us home.

Anna Kueck and I grew up together and she's been mentioned in posts such as Empathy and Harriet the Spy. We're in Chicago, full of pumpkin pie and saying yes to coffee.

She doesn't really "do" the internet thing. It's okay, I still like her.