Being With Family

Being with family means everything to me, but my family is thousands of miles across oceans, roads, deserts, and snow: it really bothers me being so far from the people I love.

This thanksgiving I will be staying home with my dad and my brother, just like last thanksgiving, but we will be taking care of a puppy and enjoying ourselves in the heat.

I don't think I will be hanging out with friends, but I barely do anyways. Friends are important, but not as important as family. At least that's how I feel, other people I know spend more time with their friends than their family. I mean, think about it, friends are not the ones who feed you and pay for your school. Friends care about you, but not as much as family and I think people should notice that more.

Thanksgiving doesn't mean that much to me, because I don't celebrate that holiday where I come from. Actually, I never understood the point of it, but now I do. Thanksgiving is a time for you to spend time with the loved ones, your family, it's not really about all of that pilgrim stuff.

I don't take that holiday as seriously as other people do, for me spending time with the whole family is on Christmas. We have it all planned out, we see all of our family, we go to the big Christmas tree in the city and sing Christmas songs, we go out and play in the snow, and eat our traditional foods.

I love the feeling of the holiday spirit and the smile on people's face when I see them, and the warm feeling you get when they give you a hug. It feels really good, especially when you haven't had that feeling in a whole year.