Thanksgiving
Today was a Thanksgiving filled with many firsts.
It started out fairly normally: I woke up, read the Bible like I try to do every morning, and then read my journal entry from last year's Thanksgiving. I had been traveling overnight on a train and woke up in the familiar city of Beijing, where I lived for a year as a child. I took the subway alone to my old neighborhood, and met up with my old pricipal. It was a time of reliving old memories, of the past coming alive again.
This year was very different in that the past hardly felt real and the present was really...new. for lack of a better word. It's the first thanksgiving in which I:
--made mashed potatos
--ate turducken
--talked to my father on the phone
--didn't talk to my mother (she never returned my call...or my second call...or my third)
--prayed before the meal with a bunch of people holding hands
--invited a random friend at the last minute - who came! and enjoyed it!
--sat down to a fomal dinner in a home with friends
--ate cranberry sauce
I think this is the nicest Thanksgiving I've ever had.
And the best part is...it wasn't extraordinarily special. I was just doing 'normal' things that people do on Thanksgiving. Things that I had never done before. And so I suppose that is why it was special to me.
Good night all. I wish you many warm fuzzies on this wet cold evening.
It started out fairly normally: I woke up, read the Bible like I try to do every morning, and then read my journal entry from last year's Thanksgiving. I had been traveling overnight on a train and woke up in the familiar city of Beijing, where I lived for a year as a child. I took the subway alone to my old neighborhood, and met up with my old pricipal. It was a time of reliving old memories, of the past coming alive again.
This year was very different in that the past hardly felt real and the present was really...new. for lack of a better word. It's the first thanksgiving in which I:
--made mashed potatos
--ate turducken
--talked to my father on the phone
--didn't talk to my mother (she never returned my call...or my second call...or my third)
--prayed before the meal with a bunch of people holding hands
--invited a random friend at the last minute - who came! and enjoyed it!
--sat down to a fomal dinner in a home with friends
--ate cranberry sauce
I think this is the nicest Thanksgiving I've ever had.
And the best part is...it wasn't extraordinarily special. I was just doing 'normal' things that people do on Thanksgiving. Things that I had never done before. And so I suppose that is why it was special to me.
Good night all. I wish you many warm fuzzies on this wet cold evening.