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“I learned long ago that home is a word that applies to people, not places.” – Amy Martin, Shades of Earth, by Beth Revis

Over the years my Thanksgivings have morphed a bit: From dashing home to Indiana to my Grandma’s, partying with my high school friends on Thanksgiving Eve (what up Burris Owls and the Locker Room!) – to spending “Friendsgivings” together in LA when my friends became my second family.

But no matter where the day’s spent, the meaning of Thanksgiving remains the exact same all these years. Your mom and your dad? Call them and remind them how much you love them. Have a best friend? Do the same. Look around, and appreciate those in your life who mean the world to you but to whom you might not say it enough.

And of course, eat that extra helping of turkey. With the gravy. And the stuffing. And the green bean casserole. Do it. Do it now.

Whether you’re staying home for this one, or traveling far and wide to go “home”, have a great Thanksgiving everyone!

xoxo,

Listen, I hate to go all Carrie Bradshaw girl power on you guys today, but I feel like I have to give a shout-out to my people. And by people, I mean my girlfriends. When I was little, my grandmother always told me that if I got to have even ONE true friend, then I would have way more than my fair share. Somehow, I ended up with a heaping handful of them. They are the most talented, successful people I know – lawyers, doctors, wedding wizards, cake makers, vp’s and execs. But they’re also amazingly kind, infinitely gracious, strong, hilarious, charismatic and so, so wise. And I feel like if I’m any of those things I just mentioned, it’s because of them.

These are the people I look up to the most… they have (literally) spoon-fed me when I could not eat… held my hand and cried on the gym floor with me over broken bones… held my hand and cried on the living room floor with me over broken hearts… dropped everything to fly across the country for my birthday, or to take my calls whilst they’re in a meeting with J. Lo… They are people who are always (ALWAYS, *cough* Karrie) pushing me to do what makes me happy… who tell me when I’m being an ass hole… who help me know when to bow up and when to back down… and who always remind me to hold out for and not accept one OUNCE less than what I deserve… because sometimes, everybody needs to be reminded. Their houses are my house, and their families are my family. I honestly feel bad for everyone who doesn’t know them, and I would be lost without them.