My First Thanksgiving

To know that "there is a home for me" comforts my mind.

In this and my first Thanksgiving holiday, I went to Georgia to meet my friends. Since they are also international students, I was afraid that our thanksgiving would become something "unnatural." Because all of us came from countries where there is no traditional turkey dishes.

So, I was little bit excited when I heard that my friends were invited to a thanksgiving dinner by a "real" American family. Since the party was also opening for me, I followed them.

Even though I hadn't met with the hostess of the party, she welcomed and hugged me. And in the dining room, there were many fancy and delicious foods that international students would never cook nor imagine.  

We also played some games to get to know each other... And the best was saved for last. 

At the end of the party, the hostess said... "My priest is from Africa. And once he told that while he was a student, no one invited him for thanksgiving dinners. So he spent alone every year... I couldn't forget his story. Since then, I decided to hold dinners for holidays to let no one feel alone. Here is your home, and you can come here whenever you want."

 

So impressive... and I believe this is one of the best parts of Americans and American culture.

Though my "new" home is in Georgia, but the important thing is to know that there is a home, there is a place where I can run to.