This Thanksgiving was different from past celebrations. This year, my side of the family converged on our house for the extended weekend. (My grandfather said he felt like singing “Over the river and through the woods, to granddaughter’s house we go.)
We had a good time preparing turkeys (yes, 2–the plural was intentional), pies, and other dishes together with my grandparents and uncle.
On Thursday, Jason took charge of smoking the turkeys, my parents and brother arrived with additional fixings, and my friend Jihee contributed Bulgogi (Korean marinated beef) to the Thanksgiving smorgasbord.
Then we ate.
And listened to my dad’s ukelele practice.
And ate again.
In the midst of the talking, eating, and general bustle, I realized that Thanksgiving also marked six months in our house. A house that is more and more becoming a home that we’re glad to find helps us to provide a warm welcome for family and friends.