The other night Adam and I played the look-back Thanksgiving game. What did you do when you were X age? It all started because I told him that I haven't spent Thanksgiving with my parents since I was 19. A terribly long time to go without seeing your family on a holiday specifically created for families to be together.
Thinking back, it's amazing what being without your family can do for you, or to you, as you scramble to find a way to fill this random Thursday in November.
I've spent Thanksgiving meals with other people's families (no thanks!), I've escaped to Canada with a friend to relish in a world where Thanksgiving simply wasn't happening, I've had a sister's only Thanksgiving consisting of a feast of a cornish game hen with a side of Animal Planet, I've mixed my family and Adam's family, been with just Adam's family, spent two Thanksgivings at a 5 star restaurant perched on a glacier, enjoyed Thanksgiving on a camp table in our brand new home, and now, a Thanksgiving with friends.
Each one is so unique, some are more memorable than others, and each strives to get after the point of Thanksgiving in its own way – sharing a meal with those you love and care about.
I haven't decided which I like the best yet. Using the Timehop app has meant that I've been reminded all week of all my Thanksgivings past, as well as all the blog posts associated with these various years and various meals. In these times I've gone through so many changes. I've spent Thanksgivings in utter turmoil, I've celebrated some of my highest highs, I've felt more love than I could have imagined, and I've experienced meals where expectations collided with life in a ball of fire and disappointment.
This years Turkey day was delightful, welcomed by Chicago friends to their home, a nice outfit, a wonderful meal, great company, home early to lay on the couch with a movie. I can't help but wonder how these nomadic Thanksgivings will change in years to come. Thanksgivings and Christmases have been so fluid for Adam and I, not knowing where we'll be, or who we'll celebrate with from year to year. Some holidays having more meaning than others.
I can't help but think about the future and the possibility of Thanksgivings and Christmases with our own little family someday. What that will look like, feel like when it's no longer the two of us trying to find somewhere to spend the day, but creating traditions for our own little unit.
Until we decide to make a change we remain holiday nomads. Wandering from celebration to celebration, family to family, style of celebration to different style of celebration. Wondering when we'll finally settle.