solitude and the smell of turkey

As I went back and forth to the laundry room today, all day long I could smell my neighbors Easter feast and I came to one realization...

I hate being here, alone, on holidays. There are very few times during the course of the year when I truly think about what it would be like to live close to my family again but smelling that turkey dinner cooking after a weekend where I basically saw no one at all was definitely one of those moments.

I'm a sentimental sort and maybe someday I'll get used to not seeing them all on such an occasion but I am definitely not used to it yet... and maybe this one was harder than most.