Too many things to list.
My parents and my brother.
My roomates, who keep me in touch with reality.
My best friend, without whom I would never escape reality.
The amazing professors who have inspired me to discover all that life has to offer and to just keep on trekkin’ when the going gets rough.
The awful professors who have made me come to appreciate my amazing professors still more.
Rain and warm socks.
My bed, where I arguably spend the best seven hours of my day.
Oatmeal and the smell of wood burning. <3
Rowing and all that it has done for my physique—and all the sweat, blood, tears, bruises, calluses, and searing migraines I sustained during my years as a rower. The American River, too. (I miss it so much)
My good friend Emily who keeps me updated on the goings-on at home. (I love you!)
Acne medication and South Park. :p
Music. Tori, I never would have gotten here without you.
Education and the fact that it is available to me while a fifth or more of the world remains illiterate.
The ocean and my cats.
My (infant) independence.
That Sarah Palin has been kept the living hell away from the White House.
With that said, I guess I’m thankful for Obama, too.
That I don’t live in the Middle East.
That I am well fed (despite having only access to dorm food).
That I don’t live on the street or in a corrugated tin shack, but in a real house with four walls and a carpeted floor and a shingled roof. That even has running water and electricity and Wi-fi.
The sunset.
Autumn.
My faith, not so much in God, but in myself.