The Waiting is the Worst Part of the Journey

Apprehension. Waiting. Wondering what it will be like. Hoping. Fearing. Getting ready for a

Thanksgiving unlike any other.

I typically have a very laid-back Thanksgiving, no fuss about the perfect dinner, clothes, hair. I wear whatever I like, eat whenever, don't comb my hair, don't care about how the turkey looks, I don't even really care about turkey. Not this year.

This year I'm heading to D.C. for the day that I'm supposed to be giving thanks. My mom's sister's family lives in the District of Columbia, amd I'm heading to their place. My uncle is in the Marines (he works at the Pentagon), and from what I hear he's strict on dress, etiquite, and promptness (not hat I have any major problems with any of those, but my parents are slightly lax on them). On top of that, We're eating Thanksgiving dinner in the Officer's Club: a fancy, high dress code military establishment. Plus, I haven't seen my cousins in years, and I don't know how differemt they are now. Add to that the fact that It's frigid in D.C. this time of year.

I do'nt know what to expect, I don't really know anything. All I know is that in less than twelve hours, I will be freezing my but off, and that the waiting is the worst part of the journey.