The end of the holiday weekend has come, and it’s officially Thanksgiving Day. I think Thanksgiving is one of my favourite holidays.
I’m not one to like holidays which are based around gifts and spending money. Thanksgiving is one of the few holidays which is just about spending time with family. I’ve never heard of “Thanksgiving Day presents” or gift exchanges. It’s about good food and good company.
For me, it’s a weekend long ritual. My brother arrives from Ottawa late on Friday night, we do some sort of outing together on the Saturday – lately we’ve been going on a hike and getting ice cream after. Then he spends either Saturday night or Sunday morning in Kitchener with his friends from high school, and then we have our family dinner. Throughout the whole weekend, I am usually in my room on my computer, while my brother and parents are together in the living room. I get called anti-social but there’s no where for me to sit, and I’m not going to spend my weekend watching Scooby Doo episodes on TV just because my brother is home (my mom controls the tv 98% of the time and that’s what is on, lame cartoons or black and white movies).
But I really am Thankful this weekend. I’m thankful that I have a family who loves me, and a home to live in. I’m thankful for the up coming move to Korea, and how it is going much faster than last time. I’m thankful that I’ll hopefully be going over around the same time as my last trip (early November) and will be able to fit into a school quickly before the holidays. I’m thankful for the vast amounts of food that we will have on our table tonight, and the leftovers that it will create.
One of the strangest things I’m thankful for, is the fights with my mom. My dad and I get along pretty well, but with my mom it’s another story. I’m thankful for our fights because for me, it means we care. If I didn’t love her or care about her opinion I wouldn’t even bother with her fights. Sometimes I do just walk away from them since they are a bit ridiculous in those moments, but for the most part, I am thankful that we have the ability to go back and forth. Even if it often ends in tears.
I’m most thankful for being born a Canadian. Without my citizenship in such a country, I know that most of the items above would not exist for me. Being a Canadian is a great gift, and one that I am thankful for every day. It offers me freedom from so many things and the ability to do whatever I want with my life to make me happy, and I wouldn’t change that for the world.