Happy Thanksgiving. Most people on this side of the world don’t understand why American’s celebrate Thanksgiving, what it means, or why it’s different from Canadian Thanksgiving. But regardless of what Wikipedia and our first-grade-schoolteacher told me, Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday and it’s my first ever away from home.
Luckily for me, I crashed on the beach at the end of King’s Road, trying to tan up a bit and relax on a much-needed day off from work. Fellow Pipi Patch resident Steve noted it was Thanksgiving, and said we should make a big dinner to celebrate. So somehow (having never cooked a big meal like this before) I pulled out potatoes, kumara, carrots in brown sugar, steamed broccoli, and buttered green beans to go along with some Woolworth’s rotisserie chicken. There was even apple pie for dessert.
What started out as a lonely holiday ended up being a pretty memorable day in Paihia. I still miss my family, am jealous my mom and grandma are together in Florida this week, and tried to keep a smile on my face for all the foreigners who didn’t understand why it was the worst day to be homesick.
Things have been super crazy the last few weeks, it was good to sit and actually think about the good things that are happening in my life. Adam and I had a great holiday, and I’ll try to write about our adventures soon. I have a job that is teaching me a lot of things I may not like to learn, but will be helpful in the future. I have a couple of people here I can genuinely call and have a real chat with. And I get to winter in the beautiful Bay of Islands. Now all I need is a day off every week to go sailing. There’s a lot to be thankful for.