My family unit is very small, and since I (the youngest) entered adulthood we’ve been very disorganized and informal about holidays. This year I finally realized that’s why I don’t enjoy going home for said holidays — we sit around and do nothing special for the requisite few hours before calling it quits, dad always shows up late, my sister always gets stressed, yadda yadda.

I feel guilty for not wanting to go home because I do love them and I do feel grateful that I have them. I just would rather visit them on a random weekend than Thanksgiving. But! Duty calls, and I’ll catch up on the It’s Always Sunny podcast on the drive down.