A Thanksgiving Away From Home

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    Posted on Wednesday, Nov 16, 2016
    Thanksgiving sure has changed since its creation. I’m sure the Wampanoag tribe would fall over if they saw a giant Charlie Brown floating down a street. Family, no matter how strange and dysfunctional, has remained central though. And now, your Aggie family is part of that weirdness! Whoop!

    For as long as I can remember, I’ve been bouncing back and forth between families for Thanksgiving. Children of divorced parents get this. Everything is pretty structured. One year you’re with one parent for a certain holiday and the next, you’re with the other parent. I lived like this for 12 years, and then college came around. All of a sudden, it was left up to my discretion who I spent my holidays with. Talk about pressure! Luckily though, by choosing an out of state school, I was far enough away from both parents for Thanksgiving to be an issue of favoritism.

    For my first Thanksgiving at Texas A&M, I spent the holiday with my family that lives in Dallas. I woke up all excited for the festivities ahead and the perk of having someone else be the adult for a few days. My grandparents picked me up along the way from Katy, and I only realized as I called my mom from the car just how homesick I was. As a rule of thumb, I’m generally the tough one of the family, but I had to swallow a lump in my throat when I told my mom to give my pup a hug for me. That Thanksgiving, as we went around the table saying what we were thankful for, I simply said, “My family.” It had never been more true.

    When I was little, my mom would take my sister and me to a local soup kitchen or food pantry. In serving those who didn’t have a home to go to or a family to be with, she instilled in us the true sentiment of Thanksgiving. My dad would always make sure we knew our Cajun roots. When we were with him for the holidays, our dishes would stray from the “traditional” American Thanksgiving by incorporating Boudin, fish or crab, and of course a Kringle.  Whichever parent I was with, though, football was always an integral part of the day. Mom had a VHS of an old Fightin Texas Aggie Band halftime show that she would put on whenever it was time. Both parents led an impromptu yell practice wherever we were. As cliché as it may be, I am truly thankful for Aggieland and the bond it has created which can bridge any marital rift and any distance.

    by Katie Fitzpatrick, College of Architecture
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