(Sorry for the somewhat dodgy video– it’s the only one I could find of one of my highlights of Macy’s annual Thanksgiving Day Parade)
Can Thanksgiving good cheer be a day late? I’m getting on the band-wagon a bit late, but I hope that everyone who partakes in the holiday had a great day filled with lots of food and relaxation with the family. I have a whole list of things that I am thankful for this year, but one in particular I want to share with you– being “home” with friends and family.
The dictionary defines “home” as the place where one permanently lives, but recently I’ve found that such a non-descript definition. For me home is mash-up of different things; it is the boarding school that I attended and the school I worked at in Australia. It is also the house that I’ve grown up in and the college that I’m still growing up in.
Sometimes my family and friends can drive me up the wall, as does circumstances in my life, but I’ve been lucky to have been in these great places that have provided the foundation blocks for me and lasting connections. I might not have a specific place to call home, but I know that when I’m with my family and friends is when I can consider myself “home.” Where are the places that you consider home?