Are you still stuffed to the brim from your Thanksgiving feast? Since I’m Canadian, I had my Thanksgiving a month ago and therefore enviously scrolled through Instagram pictures of roast turkeys and sweet potatoes. As I double-tapped every photo, I was fondly brought back to the time when I lived in the States, and had two Thanksgiving dinners every year.
The people who lived on the street I grew up on were all great friends, and even though we’re not blood related, many of them I truly consider my family. It seemed only natural for the both of us to share our holiday traditions, and if that meant having one Thanksgiving dinner and then another one a month later, so be it! More turkey for everyone!
Since I moved around alot as a kid, our holiday traditions often changed depending on where we lived. Some years we had lots of relatives fly out to come visit us (who could turn down a Christmas in Hawaii?) and we’d have a huge Christmas and New Year’s celebration. Some years we’d have a quiet night in with just my immediate family and a favourite holiday film. It was those quieter years that made me appreciate my five-person family so much more. As much as me and my siblings get on each others’ nerves (or perhaps it’s just me getting on their nerves), the holidays always brought us closer — and they still do.
This year, even though I haven’t moved to a new city, I’ll be forming some new traditions with my partner’s family. I’m scared and excited to break the mold of my personal holiday traditions that have been in place for the past few years; I’ve experienced so much change in my life that I’ve grown to really appreciate the static things. But after reading this post I’m mustering the strength, and if I’ve learned anything in my life, it’s that change can be really, really good….