Thanksgiving can really suck when you’re single. I should know, I’ve flown solo to six consecutive turkey dinners. A few years ago, when I thought I was going to have my first coupled-up T-day in ages, I got dumped out-of-the-blue two days before. To add insult to injury, my parents, who had planned to spend the holiday with me in NYC, had to cancel their trip because my dad was seriously ill. I ended up sitting on a semi-stranger’s floor, heartbroken and lonely, eating turkey off a television tray. It should have been miserable, but against all odds, I ended up having a really good time.
That’s when I decided that, for me, Thanksgiving is the day that I make the best of whatever s**t sandwich life hands me. It’s when I roll glass half-full. Instead of sulking over my stuffing, I prefer to try to make the holiday (gasp!) fun. I can choose to feel like a displaced orphan, sleeping on a cot while my brother and his wife take my Serta Perfect Sleeper mattress in MY old bedroom, or I can be the footloose, fancy-free chef happily getting sauced while preparing my favorite “Recipes For Lazy People.” After the jump, 10 reasons I’m thankful to be single (again) this turkey day. Keep reading »
