Moving to a new country is incredibly challenging in many ways. But when you spend the better part of a year preparing for it, you’d think you’d actually feel prepared. And there’s a degree to which, yeah, you do. But then little things remind you that it really is a different place. That you’re not “home.” (Not completely anyway.)
Thanksgiving is one of those for me this year.
This weekend, family and friends back home enjoyed their Thanksgiving celebrations. Turkey, stuffing, vegetables of every kind, pumpkin pie… They’re enjoying it all. Me? Well, for me, it’s not Thanksgiving. Not yet, anyway. That’s a few weeks away still. In November (weird).
For me, it’s just another Monday in the office.
It’s funny because we don’t actually do that much for the holiday in my home. We have a nice meal, but it’s mostly a low-key day for us. But today, it feels like I should be doing something if you follow. Maybe it’s social conditioning. Or perhaps it’s something greater. (Nope, social conditioning.)
But today, I get to be thankful in a different way. Today, I’m going to do a job I really enjoy. I get to spread the word about a Bible study I love and tell cool stories about how God is using it to change lives. I’m learning new skills every day. And I get to live with my family in a cool town and enjoy the lovely Tennessee weather.
Those are some great things to be thankful for, I think.
It’s not Thanksgiving for me today. It’s just Monday. But I’m still thankful, even if I don’t get to enjoy any turkey today.
Besides, turkey can wait. November isn’t that far away.