Okay, I started writing this post on Wednesday but you’ll be reading this on Saturday (hopefully). So to those who don’t live in the U.S. Thursday the 23rd is Thanksgiving, a holiday created at first to celebrate the bountiful harvest the colonists had after the suffering of their first winter after they landed at, um, (drat, where was it?) after they landed in America, has now become a holiday celebrating family, friendship, food, good health, and things we’re grateful for. And things we want, but that’s kind of a separate holiday (*cough* Black Friday *cough*). Also American Football, which at first seems weird but makes sense because the Pilgrims and Native Americans held contests during the feast. So there’s the background information for you. Now what I want to talk about is how I’ve felt during this week and month about Thanksgiving, first off, I was not ready for Thanksgiving. The week before Halloween someone mentioned Thanksgiving coming soon and I realized that, once again, the physical season wasn’t changing quickly enough here in Oklahoma. I woke up this Wednesday morning to freezing temperatures, but for the past few days, the U.K. and northern Europe have had snow in parts of it. The other thing I noticed was that this is the first time in my memory that we’ve had Thanksgiving in my home city and in my home state. (Usually, we go visit family in Kansas or Missouri.) So I’m feeling a little bit weird because I’m about to chow down on turkey with a different group of people and in a different house.
Ok, so it’s Thursday now, so far this morning nothing really feels different. All of the preparations are almost done and while fixing the last bit of food I just feel like I’m helping set-up for a party which isn’t what my idea of Thanksgiving is. It’s a family gathering which doesn’t seem like the thing we’re setting up for. I’m pretty sure it’s going to be more along the lines of a family gathering (though, we have a group of friends eating with us.) but I still feel odd today. So, we’ve gotten food packed up and we’re heading over to my sisters’ house to get stuff set-up for dinner and I’m thinking about how this is going to work, I’ve never helped set-up dinner for Thanksgiving so this is gonna be weird, all of it, this is unfamiliar territory for me. I’m also trying to figure out how many times a minute my mom is going to yell at me for not helping or for doing something wrong.
Well, we’ve started eating, and it’s not feeling weird anymore. It feels like Thanksgiving, which itself is weird because I was expecting to feel different.
So now we’re coming home and everything is weird. We just had Thanksgiving, but it was so different that it doesn’t quite feel like it, but then after food we’re all just sitting and talking or playing games and it feels less like Thanksgiving again but I don’t really know how to describe how it felt, but then after that, I know that we just had Thanksgiving because the Christmas lights that weren’t turned on last night have been turned on, but then we’re going to be going to Kansas to visit family so technically I can’t blast Christmas music yet. So yeah, definitely mood swings, and I’m not even done with Thanksgiving yet. I think I’m ready for Christmas, but this November has been weird.
Friday morning now, kind of failed at getting up. I actually slept through my alarm so we’re going to be about 30 minutes late, parents are kind of annoyed at me but we usually don’t leave on time anyway, and my siblings weren’t the fastest leavers either. So once again, this is confusing. Because now it’s not Thanksgiving anymore, but I’m going to celebrate Thanksgiving with other parts of my family but then we go visit family during the summer just because we can. So my brain is thinking it’s Thanksgiving but my eyes are saying it’s not.
So we’ve gotten to my grandma’s house, and once again it feels like Thanksgiving, I’m not sure why this keeps happening but it does. But then the part that doesn’t seem weird but at the same time does, is that this entire time I have been happy, but not in the sense of being thankful, but just in the sense of I’m seeing friends and family and we’re playing games. So now as I’m writing this I’m feeling kinda guilty because we have this holiday made just for being thankful and I haven’t been doing that. But now I feel like I should take advantage of being with friends and family and stop writing and go talk and play games.
So we’re about to leave, and I gave up on trying to figure out my mentality in this situation. So I’m just gonna put this up and get ready to post it Saturday.