Thanksgiving for the Disenfranchized
After our trip a couple weeks ago, we never heard from the couple we went to SFMM with about updated plans for Thanksgiving. Figuring we were no longer welcome, and knowing that they had some friends coming from out of town anyway, we decided to check out the dinner provided by our housing community. We took the morning to make our apple pie - so it would be fresh and hot for dessert - got dressed and headed out. We were a little disappointed with the whole day, as it seemed like nobody else “tried.” By this I mean we saw people wearing sweats and torn clothing, while we’d dressed up for the holiday. Additionally, most of the “pot luck” items at the dinner were either store-bought, or pre-made (Stove-top stuffing) in some way. Even the deal with the other people we were supposed to have had plans with for dinner falling through made no sense. If we were in their place, I know both of us would have gone out of our way to make everyone feel welcome, and to set all plans in place in advance - not let everything change and fall through. Kris and I asked each other why it seemed like we were stuck in the 1950’s, while for everyone else it was “just another day.” Silly, I guess, but it also made me a little homesick, as this is the first and only Thanksgiving I have not spent in NJ. Thank goodness we have plans to go back east for the holidays. I know I’m not ready for Christmas outside my parents’ house just yet.
