I haven’t really been “home-sick” since my first week with my host family. Today was the first day in a while that I’ve truly felt a bit home-sick. That’s because today is Thanksgiving. Usually, in the US, I would wake up, watch the Thanksgiving Day Parade, joke around with my sister, watch some football with my dad and grandfather, and bother my mom and grandmother in the kitchen while they make Thanksgiving dinner. However, today was just like any other day. I woke up at 6:00 and went to school like normal. I was in a gloomy state for most of the day, but it did get a bit better when everyone in my class kept wishing me a Happy Thanksgiving; it was really sweet that they all remembered. They all asked me to explain what Thanksgiving is and what I usually do in America to celebrate. Being able to share a little bit about this day with them made me feel a lot better. Talking about my traditions with my German friends and host family made me feel like Thanksgiving wasn’t being forgotten or skipped this year, but instead, I was just celebrating it a little differently.