Thanksgiving #italygirlproblems

I bought a Thanksgiving Parmigiana instead of a chicken 

I once again, hit another hurdle: my first holiday away from my family as a working girl.  I was a little apprehensive as I come from a large, loud family.  My dad is one of eight, and they are all very Irish.  Meaning get together's - even something as simple as a first communion is usually 50+ people.  My mom is Italian - and we all know how that goes down.  40+ people, everyone in the kitchen telling everyone what to do.  This would have been the first Thanksgiving since my great grandmother passes, whose house we usually have dinner at.  I am not going to lie- nostalgia was hitting me like roundhouse to the gut - and that is a little tough to swallow and not show your opponent that you are crying like a little girl.



I  went to dinner with the staff and students and it was great - it wasn't dinner with the fam.  but it was a large gathering with very loud people, and everyone trying to talk over everyone else.  Kind of a riot.  A turkey is just turkey, Thanksgiving is really made by the wonderful people you surround yourself with.  Making the holiday a happy time, when families pull out the crazy stories from their past, that embarrassing story of you when you were a kid, and everything in between.  After dinner I went back home and got to skype with everyone!  It was a loud crazy mess, but it was great to see everyone.  It really made my day and made being 2,000 miles away seem like I was so much closer.