Over the last couple of years, Thanksgiving has become a weird (non) holiday for us.
I used to travel home every year without fail for the big feast, always held at my Grandparent’s house in the desert, but when my Grandfather passed away two years ago, our family celebration was scaled way back. Last year, newly married, between our joint work schedules, the expense and stress of traveling on the worst air travel days ever, for the first time, we stayed home.
We made pizza and ate it off of our wedding china. We went for a long walk with the pup, and decorated the house for Christmas. And the silver lining… we didn’t have to fly!