It's Me, Sara Louise

… since it’s still 10pm on the west coast, it’s still Thanksgiving so, Happy Thanksgiving to all my American friends! You have to excuse me for not saying it sooner, but Thanksgiving has truly become the saddest Thursday of the year in my house. I’m convinced it’s the holiday that makes us expats feel the emptiest inside.

We know that back home, family and friends are together all warm and cozy and happy, and we’re far away, going about a normal Thursday, except that normal Thursday has the power to suck you into a dark, vortex of lonely spiralling, sadness, and it feels super sucky.

B L A H

But… and this is a big but… this year I am celebrating Thanksgiving! Just not on Thanksgiving. Tonight The Husband and I are headed to Aidan’s house in Montpellier for a Thanksgiving weekend celebration and I couldn’t be more excited. We’re having a traditional Thanksgiving dinner followed by some pre-recorded American football, and there will be no French allowed at all. None (see, I told you it was exciting!).

The Husband, Fifty, and me all wish everyone a wonderful holiday and safe travels. Now I gotta go and turn my frown upside down.