Awkwardly Introverted

This year, Thanksgiving felt quiet and relaxed—just the way I like it. The day started with me tucked away in my little world, reading 📖 as rain poured outside 🌧️ and the cold settled in ❄️. My mom cooked, so we ate early, which I was thankful for because no one else we knew was ready. Instead of hopping from house to house, my cousin came over, and we all shared a meal 🍽️, watched TV 📺, and laughed together 😂. It was simple, and honestly, that was enough. Holidays have never been my thing. I’ve always felt you shouldn’t need a specific day to bring people together 🤷🏾‍♀️. That’s why the highlight of my Thanksgiving wasn’t the food or the company (though both were great)—it was the quiet moments I carved out for myself afterward. Later that night, I decided to unwind and recharge. My belly was full 🍗, the rain had stopped, but the cold still lingered. I fired up Sims 3 🎮, hoping for some nostalgic fun, but it had other plans. The game lagged so badly, saving was a painfully slo...