This is my third Thanksgiving in the UK. It feels so strange to watch these numbers get larger. I’ve not celebrated a single holiday in the States for years now. I do wish some times that I could just be transported to my parents’ house where it is full of mash potatoes, that gravy my mom has been slaving over all morning and a massive turkey. If possible, at least three different casseroles.
That being said, I’m still happy to be here. I’m pretty damn thankful that I have a husband who plays along with all of these crazy holidays. I’m also so thankful to be able to have two places to call home. It’s never easy, but almost always worth it.
To my dear American readers, enjoy your extended weekend. And please spend it relaxing with your family or friends. Don’t be that dick on Black Friday. No one likes that.