In the almost four years that I've lived in Argentina, I haven't suffered all that much from homesickness; however, as I began to reflect on last year's holiday season spent in Philadelphia with my family and Daniel, I found the prospects of a turkey-less, North-American-family-free Thanksgiving rather disheartening. Nevertheless, in the days leading up to today, I perfunctorily planned a Thanksgiving feast that was to include my best approximation of the traditional meal.
But it seems that my work responsibilities (and my emotions, to a great extent) have conspired against me.
And so today, I'm giving thanks with my heart rather than with my stomach. Of course, we won't exactly go hungry, but the focus of this year's holiday will not be the food—it will be gratitude. Even without the bird and the trimmings, I am tremendously thankful for my wonderful husband, family and friends; my health; my thriving freelance translation business; and many other small pleasures that are too numerous to list here.
Happy Thanksgiving to all my friends and family, wherever you call home. May your hearts be full and your blessings many.
Past Reflections on Thanksgiving
[Image credit: Minnesota Historical Society]