Homesick for Thanksgiving

Towering end caps across America, I salut you.

Thanksgiving is just a few weeks away and I have to admit I’m feeling a bit homesick for the holiday. Nothing stokes our national pride more than taking something away you’ve taken for granted for the last 54 years.

I’m not normally a “homesick-type-person”. I’m usually a very “in-the-moment” person; happy to be where I am doing what I’m doing until I decide to do something else.

But this year, “hits different” (as my teenagers would say).

When we decided to move to France, bringing “Thanksgiving with Us” was a non-negotiable. Of course, I would host Thanksgiving, “I’d make it work,” just like the pilgrims did, with whatever bounty I could find in my new home to celebrate in gratitude, all we had been through this year to get to this point. Wasn’t that the original concept, anyway?

But looking around the shops and streets of our little French town, everyone here is prepping for Christmas! The lights are going up on our pedestrian shopping street, impressive chocolate displays have spru…