Thanksgiving Minus the Thanksgiving Hye Jee Kim

My entire family eats at our Thanksgiving. Well, the ones that live on this continent. All three of us. So I don't have the awkward racist uncle or the heated political debates. Instead, Thanksgiving is just like the rest of our nights, just with more food. 

Here's what I did this Thanksgiving:

Woke up. Went back to sleep. Woke up at noon. Worked on GSP. Took a nap. Woke up at 3. Helped cook. Ate. Watched Iron Chef America. Went to sleep.

To be fair, I was sick (I didn't personally touch any of the food, I was moral support). But my regular Thanksgivings flow this mold. I don't resent it at all; I'm not jealous of the tension or the fighting or the crowds. I love it with just me and my parents. One of my favorite memories was one of my parents and I watching The Ring after dinner. I was about 11 years old, and granted I still can't stop seeing that crawling girl in the corner of my room, but I also find it hilarious that my typically stoic dad was more terrified then my mom. 

So my Thanksgivings don't look like the typical stuffing turkey wishbone cranberry holiday that everyone loves to complain about. But I'd take it over anything else any day.

Sorry.