Thanksgiving is absolutely my favorite, most sentimental holiday. I love the togetherness, I love my mom's cinnamon rolls, I love talking about everything we're thankful for over the past year, I love looking around the room while everyone's in a food coma and thinking-- I am so blessed to know these people.
I've often said I like Thanksgiving more than Christmas because (apart from stupid Black Friday--ew) nobody's trying to use Thanksgiving for a 3 month advertising blitz about how everyone you know will be so much happier if you just buy them X. Of all the holidays, it feels most like what it ought to be-- a celebration of the things that really matter. At least, that's what it's always been for me.
And maybe it's that my family's going through a lot of upheaval--what with selling our house, some pretty major out-of-state moves, 2 kids at universities on separate coasts (and of course me on a separate continent)-- but I feel so disconnected. I find everything out through the grapevine. And I've even lost track of who I should ask what, because no one seems to be able to track each other down anymore. I know I'm a busy person, and I have trouble keeping in touch...but I've also spent a lot of hours waiting for skype dates that never happen, and sent a lot of messages that don't get replies. It's fine, usually. I get the busy schedule, and I know the 5 hour time difference isn't easy to negotiate all the time.
But then tack on missing my favorite holiday with my favorite people, and the fact that it got dark before 4 pm today-- and tonight, I am just sunk.
At least I'll be home on December 15th. Or, at least, I'll be in the States, and able to commence an epic journey to wherever my family/home happens to be.
Let the countdown begin.
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