I hope everyone at home had a great Thanksgiving. As I may have said before, this is the second year in a row I’ve been across the pond for Thanksgiving. However, we made it a point to celebrate the holiday, so Thursday meant a race around London to find a turkey that wasn’t frozen, requiring a 30-hour defrosting period. (We may have been determined, but no one said we were good planners.)
Tom and I spent four hours running around London for Thanksgiving essentials. In the spirit of being Thankful, I will take a minute to thank God for Marks and Spencer, as they provided us with a pretty sizable turkey breast. The rest of the mission was quite easy- we got mashed potatoes, corn, gravy, stuffing, dinner rolls, cheesecake and wine. It was refreshing to have a home-cooked meal and a proper Thanksgiving dinner on the actual day. The ATP tour was televised as we were cooking, and somehow we found ourselves in a bit of role reversal. Tom was slaving away on the stuffing while I sat in the corner of the kitchen watching the tennis match. (For the record though, I DID pitch in with some cooking.)
Friday night was Thanksgiving, part two. A girl in my course hosted a Thanksgiving party at hers and because we all have the misfortune of being poor students, we ordered pizza. But it’s an excuse to party with friends, so I won’t complain.
We wrapped up our Thanksgiving celebrations on Saturday in Rickmansworth. My neighbours from home have a friend who lives about 20 minutes from us with her husband and two children and she very graciously invited Tom, Jordan, Kathryn and I over to their home for Thanksgiving dinner. It was a proper holiday dinner- children running around everywhere and adults drinking too much wine while watching college football. (ESPN America proved to be a blessing for the men.) The scene was chaotic- think a cross between the Griswalds and Home Alone- but it felt like home and we loved every minute of it. You can take the girl out of America, but you can’t take America out of the girl.