Thanksgiving was an absolutely fabulous mini-vacation to my parents' home in Lenoir City, TN. I love visiting them in the rolling hills of East Tennessee, where country accents are thick & vegetarian food is impossible to find. I got to see my sweet pooch Tucker, who has suddenly become old. I guess I liked to assume that he stayed the chipper, energetic dog he was when I left home, but it seems that my absence did not stop the clock. He's sluggish and has a grey beard now, but he's still the lovable dog I grew up with.
I was so happy to spend time with my family. I even got to see my wonderful sister for a fleeting moment, before she ran off to enjoy the city. My parents love us to pieces, and spending time with them is always a joy. It's strange visiting them because it isn't technically "home". They moved shortly after I left for college, to a town 15 minutes west of my hometown & into a brand new house. I do miss the house where I grew up, and wish I had more pictures of it. But I love the house my parents built & I'm very happy for them that they got to escape the ever-commercializing town of Farragut. Honestly, even if they had stayed in my hometown, it wouldn't feel like home, as it's hardly recognizable as the town in which I spent my youth.
Well, Thanksgiving was too relaxing and wonderful to spend time worrying about taking pictures.