For the past decade, I have usually celebrated Thanksgiving with friends in Istanbul, Warsaw, Germany or Melbourne. But this year was the first time in about seven years that we actually celebrated this American holiday with our family in the U.S.
In August, we re-patted to America to make a new home in North Carolina. Hubby's new job took us here, and we also chose the location because his family lives in the same state. I'm very thankful we got to eat a celebratory meal together, but it also felt a bit strange. I feel like part of me is still missing. London was a huge part of our lives for five years, and now it's not.
I guess I shouldn't dwell on what was, but there are a lot of emotions during the holidays. And lots of food as well.