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Thanksgiving has a history of being difficult for us. It’s one of those family-centric holidays, but not like Christmas in that you have to see your high school/college significant other at some point during the day if only to give them their gift, so our first few Thanksgivings as a couple, I don’t think N and I got to be together at all (our families live a ways apart). This year we spent the holiday completely alone, so we decided to take a road trip to Chicago and spend Thanksgiving Day at the Field Museum.

We were thankful for a car that gets good gas mileage, each other’s tireless company no matter how long the drive, fluffy hotel room bedding, expensive restaurant Thanksgiving dinners that are unfortunately no match for either of our mothers’ cooking, Chicago Dogs, deep dish pizza, and enough taxidermy to keep us (me) entertained for hours (really, days). And of course, I am thankful for him.

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