So this was my first Thanksgiving away from the east coast in a long time. Back in high school, We would usually go up to my aunts house in Massachusetts and spend the day with all of my cousins, aunts and uncles on my moms side. The day would consist of long, meaningful conversations with my aunts, a few athletic competitions, such as wrestling matches with my cousins, some moments of bonding with my sister, and a huge feast followed by a lengthy nap. Some of my favorite memories are from Thanksgiving's at my aunts.
This year was different. We went to my grandparents on my step dads side where my cousins and aunt and uncle were too. The day consisted of watching football, running around with my cousins and feasting upon a plethora of food. Afterwards we went over to my "auntie" Linda's house for dessert. I hung out with her sons, who were like my brothers growing up and we had a blast. I realize that Thanksgiving is not about where you are, it is about who you are with. As long as you are with people that you love and that love you, there is no way that you can have a sour time. I am very fortunate to be surrounded by people I love in many places.
I miss my dad and step mom in New York, and my sister and her boyfriend are too far too. . . I think that what I am taking from this experience is, that there are some people in this world that are very precious, and you should not live without. By living far away you are not proving anything. You should surround yourself with people that make you feel alive. Unfortunately for me, this would be impossible because my family is split across the country.
