In spite of only getting four hours of sleep, I still woke up feeling slaphappy from the concert the night before. Talking with the band backstage after the show and listening to them giving me musical advice had left me feeling extremely thankful for having music in my life—the perfect Thanksgiving precursor. With a smile glued to my face, I quickly and robotically got ready and waited for my parents to come pick me up. I was relieved to see my parents; they had endured the long and snowy 10-hour drive to Ann Arbor to be with me and my sister on Thanksgiving since it would have been difficult for us to drive all the way home after the concert. The drive up to Highland to my uncle’s house was filled with smiles and laughter as my sister and I told stories from the concert and my parents told us all of the “big-doings” in our rural hometown. When we finally arrived at their house, the Thanksgiving lunch was almost ready to be devoured—just a few more garnishes were needed here and there. So naturally when the food was finally set on the table, the eight of us wolfed down our food like a pack of hyenas. And just like every other holiday meal that I have shared with my extended family, we made fun of politicians and the outrageous stories being covered in the news. Feeling full and still as happy and thankful as ever, I made my way down to the basement to watch the rest of the Lions game with my cousins. Still sharing stories and making jokes, we watched the next two football games on TV and continued to stuff ourselves with delicious pie. In spite of returning to my empty, lonely dorm later that night, I ironically felt happier and more content than I had ever felt this whole semester. Apparently all I need is some music, my family, football, and pie to cheer me up.
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