Thanksgiving is the loneliest holiday to not be in America. It's not like Christmas, where even if you aren't around family at least other people celebrate it: it's a holiday where you're not just away from your family, but you have the feeling of being a big fat alien in a culture where you don't belong. My Thanksgiving dinner was some curry I downed (by myself) after my painting class. I did cheat and go have a turkey lunch at a barbeque joint here that caters to the American palate. It's not 100% right but as a restaurant Thanksgiving dinner it's pretty yummy.

I was trying to think of what I have to be thankful for but I'm feeling lonely and like my life is not getting itself in gear and struggling a bit. I'm thankful that I'm less depressed than I was last month (deep details unshareable). I'm thankful that as depressed as I was last month that it actually wasn't as bad as it was October of last year (I needed someone to keep a leash on me, I was feeling so self-hating).

I actually have had a good thing happen today, though: I got called in for a second interview at the company I was at last Friday. So I am thankful that I feel like my career is not stalling and I may yet be able to escape from the madhouse where I've been locked for the last two plus years. And I am thankful that I found a roommate as fast as I did; the new one moved in Sunday with no fuss whatsoever. That's two things. Doubtlessly there are more but two is good enough for now.