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This is my first holiday away from home. Just moving up here a few weeks ago, I couldn’t justify returning home already. I didn’t realize how much I would miss my family (mostly my Mom) and being home in Arizona until late Wednesday night. My Mom sent me snapchats of her, my baby nephew, and my siblings enjoying a show at the Gaslight Theatre, which has been a family tradition for nearly two decades.
I was slightly homesick… or momsick (if that’s a thing).
It’s times like this that I am thankful for Megan and the home she provides us. Without saying a word about it, I felt like she could sense my sentimental longing for home. She made Wednesday night, when we had the house to ourselves, into a little festivity of movies, zucchini fries, and cider beers. That may not seem like much, but when you are homesick and a tad somber — damn it means a lot. I suppose I didn’t even think of these things being helpful in that way. I simply want Guy to feel comfortable in his new home as much as possible.
And that was only the beginning.
I have to remind myself that Oregon and its wonders have been home to me much longer than for Guy. This was exemplified on our long drive down south while Guy admired, mostly the tremendous amount of trees throughout the state, and said things like, “Can you imagine what this looked liked 100 years ago? This freeway damaged the ecosystem.” (He is becoming an Oregonian real quick!)
Megan took me down to Grants Pass for Thanksgiving to visit her cousins, Ari, Shannon, and their daughter Taylor. I don’t think nicer people exist. From the moment we arrived they were the consummate hosts, showing us to our rooms, feeding us cheese and snacks, and wine, of course. Not to mention they put up with our separation-anxiety-stricken dog who whined for us while downstairs a significant part of the visit.
Ari and Shannon made it feel like Thanksgiving.
Spending time with family and friends is really the point of the holiday season. The food is great, not working for 4 days is pretty awesome too, but the people and love is really what matters. Being over 1300 miles from home and entirely removed from all things familiar, I am thankful for Megan, for Ari and Shannon, and for my family, which seems to be growing… I’m also very grateful for that delectable turkey we ate, holy moly.