I'm thankful for those of you who text me at random hours when I'm home in NY, even if you manage to forget its 2am, my time. I'd rather be thought of, than forgotten—at any time of the day or night.

I'm thankful for the job I get up for every weekday, even though my coworkers aren't exactly as enthusiastic as I am about our workplace.

I'm thankful for my amazing room mates, who I manage to catch in the am and send off with "have a good day." In the evening we reconnect with the simple "so how was your day?" They're always 100% genuine about it, and ready to talk if I need an ear. Also, you know you live with good people when they manage to clean the outside of a garbage can.

I'm thankful for all the coworkers I've officially converted into homies. I never expected to hear "I miss you" from the opposite coast when I'm home in the Bay, but I do.

I'm thankful for my family and their understanding of letting me handle my shit on my own, 3k miles away. I'm sure its difficult as fuck being a parent and watching your daughter go through heartache and divorce all by herself on the other side of the country. I'm stubborn, so I wouldn't have it any other way, and they get that.

I'm thankful that although I am jaded and cynical I still have a ridiculous amount of faith that one day the right dude will come along and stupid love songs will make sense again.

I'm thankful for each and every opportunity that has brought my life to this exact point. There's a reason for everything, and I stand by that.