Thanksgiving

Usually, when I find myself missing something about home, or confused by Chinese culture, I share these feelings with Susi and Nina. They are both from Germany, so their lives at home are fairly similar to mine. As a result, I have yet to really feel homesick. Thanksgiving was the first time that it actually occurred to me that I should be homesick. At this point I had spent well over a month in a different country, with only a few English speaking contacts. I was the sole American in my town during a major national Holiday. I didn't even speak to my parents on Thanksgiving because my dog had eaten my internet cable, so I was not able to use Skype. I thought about all of these things in a failed attempt to feel homesick. After mulling these thoughts over, the only thing that I truly felt myself missing was Mexican food. In one final attempt to feel homesick I planned to have some kind of poultry for dinner. That did not actually work out, because I forgot. I ended up having something that had some tofu in it. I have decided this should count as a proper thanksgiving meal, because some people eat tofurkey, which also contains tofu. Basically, this thanksgiving, I arrived at the conclusions that I am not patriotic in the least, and I am also not prone to homesickness.