Either you love it or hate it, Thanksgiving, the season of giving thanks; true to it’s name I suppose, though it seems to be more of a celebration of gluttony than anything. The Holidays seem to be some of the more frustrating times for most and I can see why, people that you tend to avoid through out the year are forced into your bubble, well at least that rings true for me. I really am not a family person, or a friendly one for that matter, I like to be left alone, because of this I spend most of the year isolated off from society in my little cabin on the outskirts of town. I find living a lot more vibrant when it’s just me and nature, the birds that sing their sweet ballot in the mornings are my alarm clock while the crickets that conduct a masterful symphony each night are my lullaby. Life is just so much easier this way, I don’t have to worry about traffic, neighbors, or even time; that’s what I find so beautiful out here in the middle of nowhere; time seems to be irrelevant. I grew up in the big city and that’s all anybody ever talked about, time.
‘Did you get to work on time?’
‘Will you have enough time to finish?’
‘Don’t bother there is not enough time.’
Time, time, time, people in the city are obsessed with it and I was raised with the same mentality as everyone else. My…
