I flew home for thanksgiving yesterday, except that we don’t adapt the tradition. When I was on the plane, few minutes to touch down, I couldn’t help but to feel thankful for every single thing in my life. I am thankful that I have a job, that I will be seeing my parents very soon, for the people I love, for the comfort I have, for the things I own, everything. I was overwhelmed with gratitude and it felt nice.
Everytime I visited them, my parents treat it as a big deal, even if I happened to come last month which feel fantastic.
I am in purple room now, where the time stands still. My pictures, old books, knickknacks, dvd collections, purple painted hello kitty clock and stuffed animals all kept like before. Mixed well with my mama’s stuff, the point is I am very happy to be back to it. I just woke up sometime ago and been lazing around ever since.
Today plans include a mother-daughter shopping spree. Dresses, bags and shoes are on the agenda. Also, we have a coffee date, which has been our ritual ever since she considered me as a grown up. At night I am meeting to the extension of my family over dinner, which I am going to pretend to be a thanksgiving dinner. #grateful –> Am I overdoing it?
Thanksgiving is a holiday I want to celebrate every year. I want it to be a part of my tradition. For everyone who celebrate it, Happy Turkey Day you guys! Thank you for reading my blog.