For the Canadian Thanksgiving... so weird. It seems like a very American thing to me. Couldn't they call it Harvest Week or something? Hehe I'm such an American. And what's funny is that a lot of Americans don't realize that Canadians, heck even people from Brazil are Americans - North, South America, yah know... anyway... for the canadian thanksgiving we went up to Maryl's mum's house. We had fish, which is fine because we had lobster last time (thanks again Rob!). I asked, turkey is traditional, but who wants to cook a turkey every year.
It was fairly delicious, but perhaps I simply haven't had potatoes in a long enough while, due to the frequent dismissal of their worthiness to be included in meals at home. Home? I suppose it's about time that I call it home. A quick vaunt to Canada this is not. I miss California tremendously, more than I ever thought I could - and by California I mean my family. And weather, though to be fair it's been beautiful here lately. It's always on our mind to move, but there's always more complications just around the next corner.
It doesn't matter. Home is where the heart is, and my heart is here, with Maryl and Holden. I don't mind where I am, as long as I'm with them... and can still afford trips to see my family! I can't wait for Christmas.... I can't believe it's been almost a year! Life is pretty strange, huh? :)