I had Thanksgiving with my father's cousin's wife's family up in Brooklyn. It was wonderful. Everyone was welcoming, and the food was lovely.
Last Thanksgiving I spent with my friend Clint and his family in Wichita, KS.
The Thanksgiving before I was in Greece.
On the train riding back from this Thanksgiving I thought about these past three Thanksgivings. They were all very different from each other, and none of them were with my immediate family. Yet, the people who opened their homes to me are my family. I am thankful for them.
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