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Since moving to New York City, the rainy days have been few and far between which makes my heart ache for my favorite comforting days back home. When rain is in the forecast for the week, all of my coworkers groan but I secretly give a little inner cheer. When talking rainy day comfort, it's impossible not to touch on rainy day attire. A laid back effortlessness in a chunky knit cardigan, thick leggings, knee high socks, and rain slickers.

I will be someone who lends time to listen to anyone's story, anyone's problem, anyone's heartbreak. Dividing ourselves will not bring us closer to becoming the nation generations before us dreamed of: the nation that we all still dream of. "if we stand together and work together with respect for our differences, strengthen our convictions, and love for this nation, our best days are still ahead of us. To all Republicans and Democrats and Independents across the nation, I say it is time for us to come together as one united people.

I had such a lovely time visiting home, and I won't be going home for Thanksgiving. This won't be the first time I'm missing Thanksgiving with them. It's hard growing  older and not always being there, but it's a part of growing up and creating a life of your own. Even if I wasn't in New York, holidays would be different because I'm no longer in school.

Since I'm not in school any longer and don't "go-out" I didn't feel like dressing up in full costume was necessary this year. I find that instead of looking forward to getting home and writing a post like I did in high school, I feel annoyed that I can't just be at home and relax how I please without feeling guilty. It's the editing, the coding, the meaningless writing, promoting, ect ect ect that gets me down and makes me think "this isn't so fun anymore." I'm coming up on 7 years of blogging on the 11th of November, and truthfully I wasn't sure I would last this long.