On a typical year, I travel home to Texarkana to spend time with my family during the Thanksgiving holiday, since most jobs guarantee time off for a large chunk of days. So, of the past 20 years living here, I’ve spent the holiday in Austin maybe three times. I’ve not been to a Friendsgiving orphan hangout in a long, long time.
Thanks to the increasing threat of COVID-19, I canceled my travel plans. Mom and I made careful plans to get tested and have a dinner at her house, then a distant hangout in my sister’s front yard. But we’re both sketched out about the risk, and we mutually canceled.
If ever there was a reason to go to a Friendsgiving feast, being stuck in Austin would be it. Except, y’know, that pesky virus thing. Womp-womp.