This year, I had the pleasure of hosting about 10 volunteers in our little apartment for Thanksgiving.
We set up a table in our guest room, put out some inexpensive table decorations, and laid out an array of plastic dishware. And we cooked quite a feast. Two turkeys, stuffing, made a green bean casserole, garlic mashed potatoes, glazed carrots, a fantastic potato salad, apple crisp…it was wonderful. We popped open some champagne, wine and even a little whiskey and laughed together for a good few hours.
Some of us talked about how we felt, how this year actually felt harder than last. I think this might be because much of the “newness” of our service has, at this point, worn off a little. I think some of us are missing home a bit more and wanting to be with family and celebrate our familiar traditions the way we’ve celebrated them for years.
But I so appreciated gathering around the table with this group. And the food was just phenomenal (thank you to everyone who helped!).
I do miss home, but I actually enjoyed this Thanksgiving much more than the previous year. I liked the intimate setting, the group discussion, and being able to welcome people to my home here and recreate a tradition that many of us so cherish.
I remember sitting around the table two years ago with my family, having just completed my initial interview for Peace Corps and wondering where life would take me. This year, I’m thankful life brought me to Moldova, surrounded me with many other wonderful volunteers and provided me with a place to share our American traditions together.