Thanksgiving is one of my favorite holidays for two reasons. One, I love food. Halloween may be the one night a year when a girl can dress like a total slut and no one can say anything about it, but Thanksgiving is the one time a year when you can eat anything you want and as much as you want and no one is allowed to say anything. The second reason I love Thanksgiving is because get to see my family. My family is pretty close even though we all live in different parts of the country. Sure, we’re all a little crazy and at least one of us will have a mental breakdown sometime during the day, but in the end, it’s worth it to see everyone.
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This year will be the first time I’m spending Thanksgiving away from home. Spending this semester in Barcelona has been amazing, but seeing all of my friends’ Snapchat stor ies and Instagram posts about going home for Thanksgiving has me missing home. I miss pretending to help cook (aka just sneaking bites of food when no one is looking). I miss making fun of the different performers in the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade, and weirdly enough, I miss driving around town trying to find an open grocery store when someone inevitably forgets some key ingredient.
Even though instead of eating homemade pie and creamy mashed potatoes at home, I’ll be in a restaurant devouring hamburgers (because what is more American than hamburgers) and I’m happy that I have people here in Spain to celebrate with. And I’m counting down the days until I can be home eating lamb and Christmas cookies with my family.