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since its the last thanksgiving at my grandma’s house made me sit down and reflect on the things i will miss. i’ll miss the constant blanket of fur on my clothes from what seemed like hundreds of dogs that accumulated from all different sides of the fam. i’ll miss bickering with my guy cousins about something pointless. i’ll miss the exchanged compliments from all my girl cousins. i’ll miss the awkward fist bump from that one uncle. i’ll miss the other uncle always being high. i’ll miss the other quirky uncle that always made the best food. i’ll miss the crazy stories from that crazy aunt. i’ll miss the undying love from my moms sister when she stares at me all dressed up for thanksgiving dinner saying how mature and grown up I look. i’ll miss the post walk naps with my dog and sisters. i’ll miss the forehead kiss i got from my dad before he went out the van for the night. i’ll miss the hundreds of golden retriever books my grandma had AND wrote. i’ll miss the witty remarks my grandma and uncle exchange after a few glasses of wine. i’ll miss the chaos of the post thanksgiving meal fire with my cousins while we all are finishing our drinks and playing a card game and betting our money. i’ll miss the constant lag on my phone from my grandmas slow wifi. i’ll miss not getting to explain to my friends what “the farm” was and why she lived in the middle of nowhere in missouri. i’ll miss the fact that there isn’t a grocery store within 20 miles of this place. but there is a dollar general. and a gourmet coffee place. and a cowboy shoe store? the quirks of this place are the things i will miss most. i’ll even miss the nights as a kid where i would go to bed crying because my cousins made fun of me for being picky. because at least i got to be at my favorite place, the farm.