(It doesn't make sense to me either, but it was the kickoff to our holiday season, and it just doesn't feel right to skip over it...)
Now I don't mean to start this post in a dreary way, but I don't have a lot of fond memories of the holiday season from my younger years. It was the busiest time out of the whole year for my working parents, and after putting in extra hours at our store, naturally they weren't in the most festive spirit upon arriving home. Cooking up a roast and gathering 'round the table just wasn't high up on our priority list. Some years we did the family gathering, some we didn't. Now that I think about it, our lives were dictated a lot by our store. I always knew other families celebrated in a different way, but I was never bitter or sad about it. I accepted that this was just the way things had to be .
Since coming to California, I've enjoyed the holidays in such a different way, and the only sadness I feel is the part of me that wishes my own family could somehow be a part of it. Maybe one day...
This Thanksgiving was fun, food, and commotion with the Choi family (minus the ones out of town.) For dinner, we had traditional Thanksgiving dishes like mashed potatoes and green bean casserole but also Korean deliciousness like japchae noodles and kimbap. It was the heartiest of hearty feasts. So much food, so much leftovers. Afterwards, the parents were huddled around the dining table scouring through Black Friday deals from the papers. The kids were decorating cookies, playing hide and week, and running around the house acting like hooligans. And me? I was minding Preston, who I must add was the hit of Thanksgiving. He entertained everybody by his mere presence. While I wasI was sitting back and loving every minute of the festive atmosphere.
