I am a little behind, please forgive me. Before I get back to what’s hip and happening I must play catch up and document my encounters with the all-American heart-throb: Thanksgiving.
‘A joyous thought’, my inner grandmother had sighed when she’d heard the story about the Pilgrims and the Puritans. Cosy sentiments do not counteract the fact, however, that festive family holidays are daunting for exchange students. There’s a fear that we will not be able to partake in all of the warm and wonderful traditions. ‘My mother’s across the Atlantic, who will put ME into a turkey induced food coma?’ I had fervently asked my anxious self. FOMO sets in for most at the beginning of October.
I had to bless my first year self. Little 18 year-old Melissa who had had the wit and flair to sit in a puddle of coke in freshers’ week had also had…
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