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| I bought a Thanksgiving Parmigiana instead of a chicken |
I once again, hit another hurdle: my first holiday away from my family as a working girl. I was a little apprehensive as I come from a large, loud family. My dad is one of eight, and they are all very Irish. Meaning get together's - even something as simple as a first communion is usually 50+ people. My mom is Italian - and we all know how that goes down. 40+ people, everyone in the kitchen telling everyone what to do. This would have been the first Thanksgiving since my great grandmother passes, whose house we usually have dinner at. I am not going to lie- nostalgia was hitting me like roundhouse to the gut - and that is a little tough to swallow and not show your opponent that you are crying like a little girl.
