Thanksgiving has come and gone, and it was good while it lasted. It is my favorite holiday and I don’t just mean for the really special family time I get to enjoy. Yeah, that sounds super sarcastic, but that really is why I love Thanksgiving so much. Growing up, my family and my extended family were very close. My mothers side of the family is very large: she is the sixth of three boys and three girls. My mother and her two sisters all moved to the good ol’ USA to establish lives for themselves and consequentially didn’t want to distance themselves from each other ( I think ). When I was a youngin I lived in a small town in a small culdesac with my family and my extended family, so we were always playing together and tried to keep each other in our lives. It was all very picturesque and lovely and I really wouldn’t trade that for anything. Thanksgiving is a time I’m reminded of those younger days, when it seemed like there were no problems but what was going to go on the table for dinner. And hey, what’s the biggest dinner of all except Thanksgiving? I really can’t help but look forward to Thanksgiving every year.
This Thanksgiving, my older sister (who recently moved to Chicago) was not able to make it back to Jersey. It was my younger brother, me, my parents, and my cousins. I began to think, what’ll happen one day when we’re all far away from each other for Thanksgiving? Will my siblings and I go to my parents? Will we each have our separate Thanksgivings with our friends? What if I’m too poor to make any turkey?
Not much on the way of my present eating habits, but Thanksgiving reminds me of the value of eating with the ones you love, the value of taking care of yourself, and the value of taking care of your loved ones.
Why eat healthy? Because there are people who love you! /sap&idealism
to the good life 