Saturday, November 27, 2010

Home for Thanksgiving

Written by my friend Markus Sanford

Now that Thanksgiving day is drawing near, I'm anxious to head home and see my family. I haven't lived at home since matriculating to college all those years ago, but I still make the trip up to San Francisco every Thanksgiving weekend for Thanksgiving dinner.

These days it's just my parents and my grandmother who live in the house I grew up in. While my sister still lives in the nearby suburbs, I now live on the other side of the country. For this reason, I always make sure to set myhome alarm systems before I leave even though I'll only be away from my place for three days. You can never be to sure these days.

Anyway, my sister usually picks me up from the airport. Before heading home, we take a few detours and reminisce about the good old days. It never ceases to amaze me how nostalgic visiting my hometown makes me. I also try to make sure to visit some of my old friends during the three days I'm in the city.

Once we get home, I always get a warm a welcome from my family as we share hug after hug. We usually spend most of our time talking or watching old family films. The best thing is that even though it's a six hour flight and involves a three hour time change, I always return from the trip re-energized.

2 comments:

EG Wow said...

I hope you had a great Thanksgiving!

Judy Sheldon-Walker said...

Nice guest post. I remember when I was in the army and would sometimes get a pass. It sure was nice to visit home.

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