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We weren't sure how we would handle Thanksgiving this year. We were supposed to have a baby that week, and we weren't sure how we would feel. I think most people think we're either over it by now or that we should be, but it just isn't the case. And since we didn't know what our emotional states would be, we figured maybe we should go away for Thanksgiving. So we rented an apartment in the West Village, and off to New York we went. Overall our mood was pretty even. Not terrible, not great. There were moments of great joy, though, and this was one of them. We'd overscheduled ourselves on some days and responded on other days by pretending that our phones didn't work and holing up in shops and restaurants and our apartment alone. We did end up spending time with other people, though; Saturday was one of those days. It was a beautiful day - crisp and clear and cold. Sunny. We got up later in the morning and went down to South Street Seaport to see if there was anything good on the TKTS board. There wasn't, but we had really good empanadas and we went to the branch of The Strand that's down there and found some really cheap books. In the afternoon we went to the Union Square Farmers' Market and had apple cider doughnuts and bought cookies (chocolate chip for him, gingerbread for me). Then we met up with Greg's college friend Jo and had scrumptious Korean food at Mandoo Bar. I really like Jo, and we had a great time on Saturday - after lunch we went to the big Strand and then back to our apartment to dump all the books off and have some pre-dinner wine (a red by Goats Do Roam) before heading over to the East Village for our second weekend meal at Caracas Arepa Bar, which was the discovery of the trip. So here we sit in the tiniest restaurant in the world in anticipation of our arepas, our new favorite food. I was waiting for De Cuasacaca and La Platanera, as well as an order of Yoyos. That's passionfruit juice in front of us. Jo's the one taking the picture, and sitting across from Greg is another college friend - Ethan - who I met for the first time that night (he was a surprise addition to our dinner). We had great food and great company, and after dinner we were going uptown to share the best cupcakes in Manhattan with Jo and Ethan. It wasn't a day on which we did much. Just shopping and eating and talking. Being together. But everything we did was good, everything felt good. We didn't talk about the miscarriage. We didn't talk about depression. We didn't talk about the rest of the hell that 2004 has been. I just sat in that restaurant and ate the best damn food in the world with the man who has propped me up through the last seven months, and I don't know if I've ever been so thankful.
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