We’re experimenting with Thanksgiving this year.
I’m a Midwest girl and for most of my adult life my husband and I have traveled to Ohio to celebrate Thanksgiving, often gathering around the turkey with over fifty immediate family members. Our first view of home is often the Cincinnati skyline as we crest the hill of Interstate 75 in Kentucky, the air is crisp if not downright cold, and the first thing we do on Thanksgiving Day is run the Turkey Trot with family members through the downtown streets of the city I grew up in.
This year we find ourselves in that odd time of life when we’re torn between being the “kids” who go home to see parents and being the parents who want to see the kids.
Our son was married last December in North Carolina and in-between new jobs and demanding schedules, our move to a new city, a hurricane in Houston, and their honeymoon this past summer, we’ve not seen each other since.
So this year, we’ve traveled to them to spend Thanksgiving on the beach.