In less than two days I will be nervously boarding an aeroplane and jetting off for sunny south Florida. I've posted previously about my love/hate relationship with flying (love being the emotion I feel upon exiting the aircraft, hate being every other second of the trip), but I'm willing to endure a few hours of personal torture in order to once again experience my grandmother's meatballs and cookies.

Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday of the year, because it usually arrives right when my stress level is about to reach its breaking point. 3 months of classes, homework, exams, and projects with only one or two measly days off takes its toll, and four or five days to recharge my batteries is usually just what the doctor ordered.

As an added bonus I get to eat my fill of turkey, pasta (my family is Italian, we eat pasta at every meal, traditions be damned!), and of course cookies and enjoy my other favorite holiday pastime: watching football. This year instead of having to endure boring games that I don't care about, I get to yell at the TV and coach my beloved Patriots from the sofa while I'm stuffing myself. Plus it's a giftless holiday that doesn't require stressful planning and purchasing (except for the rest of my family, who actually has to cook the meal). What more could this kid ask for?