This is my game

I have lost five pounds. Twenty five to go.
I went shopping with my little cousin today, realized that in the past few days I have developed a serious case of road rage.
I have seven days to pack all my belongings and get back to Vancouver, this is not a good thing. Thanksgiving dinner is tomorrow, and I am thankful for the family time. You see I don't want to be all sappy and cliche, but I really do have a fantastic family, and we've had more than a couple big scares in regards to the health of both sets of my grandparents. Fortunately, all have pulled through, and will be sitting around the table tomorrow, interrupting one another and arguing about the liberals and gay marriage.
My cousin's girlfriend will be in attendance, he did well with her, not only is she exceptionally beautiful, but a very nice girl as well. Score for him.
My baby cousin, isn't such a baby anymore, twelve years old, and not pleased about my moving back, I imagine he will be even less pleased to hear its been moved up. But being able to spend some time with the whole family will be lovely. I often sit back, and listen to everyone, take in the voices, and the expressions, the arguments, and in those few moments, I know that no matter what, I belong, and I wouldn't have it any other way.