Lately, I’ve been having a lot of feelings. I blame my roommate Will for making me watch “The Perks of Being a Wallflower” and I blame Drake, for well being Drake and being on Spotify (Last time I listened to Drake, I wound up sitting in my room, alone, with the lights turned off for like 8 hours).
Perhaps it’s fitting too, that me feeling stuff comes around Thanksgiving, when family, friends and good times come about. Although it’s a great week, it’s also a weird week. Because Thanksgiving is the closest we can ever get to going “home”.