Yesterday I hosted my first Thanksgiving, and I'm happy to report that nothing burned down, no glasses or dishes were dropped, and there was not even one drop of blood spilled (except for the turkey). In all, it was much more of a success than I could have imagined.
There are so many things to be thankful for and it would take pages for me to list them all. I have the most amazing friends, who keep me centered, sane and laughing. My family, even though they are far away, supports my every wacky adventure with love. And I have been granted the most humbling career opportunities - working on super interesting topics that I'm passionate about while seeing the world. And as I look forward to the next steps that will lead to being a foreign service officer, to me the ultimate adventure, I can hardly comprehend my good fortune in life. So yeah, I have a lot of reasons to give thanks.
I was joined in my small basement apartment by friends from all parts of my life. We kept it traditional, with a simple roast turkey, garlic mashed potatoes, herbed sweet potatoes, ginger carrots, corn, and three kinds of stuffing (veggie, regular in the bird, regular out of the bird). I insisted on sitting down for dinner, which involved combining a spare desk with the rickety Ikea table surrounded by every kind of folding chair you can imagine. But some antique linens and a set of family dishes made it feel civilized and proper.
|The before. Unfortunately, the after picture never happened, but it was gorgeous.|
The food all came out according to plan and we ate ourselves into food comas. We tried to burn off some of the food through competitive games of Scattagories and Catch Phrase, with some football in the background. It was a great day.
So who knows where I'll be next Thanksgiving. I assume that I'll still be in D.C., but then again, who knows?