In the United States, Thanksgiving is celebrated on the fourth Thursday of November.
Holiday traditions are traced to a poorly documented 1621 celebration in Plymouth, Massachusetts. Tradition, not necessarily history, tells us that the pilgrims and Native Americans sat down to a rich harvest feast. It had been a harsh and difficult winter and the pilgrims would not have survived without the help of the local indigenous people, who also taught the pilgrims about farming. The harvest was plentiful and there was much for the pilgrims to be thankful for.
The reality may have been very different, but the idea has remained with Americans. We gather with family and friends and give thanks over a rich harvest feast that typically includes turkey, mashed potatoes, sweet potato, cranberry sauce, cornbread, apple pie, pumpkin pie, and other delicious fall foods.
I’m feeling homesick this week. It’s the first time I won’t be celebrating Thanksgiving with my family, or celebrating it at all for that matter. Australians don’t celebrate Thanksgiving (and it’s spring here). If I’d thought ahead and planned better, I would’ve bought a ticket home. Although I’m gathering with my family and enjoying the bounty of the season, I still have much to be grateful for.
Above all I’m thankful that I’m safe and sound in Australia with the one I love. If there’s only one reason to be away from my family, Theo is it.
I’m thankful for my family and friends, always loving and supportive.
I’m thankful to have a roof over my head and food on the table. Those are not things everyone in this world has every night.
I’m thankful for my health.
I’m thankful for the joy, comfort, and health of my cat and that she is lovingly cared for by my mom. And for Theo’s sweet dog.
I’m thankful for new beginnings and opportunities.