My first Thanksgiving in San Francisco was the first (and pretty much only) time that I got really homesick. Everyone of my friends from home goes to school much closer to home than me so they were all home for the first time during Thanksgiving break of my freshman year. Cross-country flights at Thanksgiving are ridiculously expensive and our break isn’t long enough to warrant a trip home. Luckily, I have lots of family in the Bay Area so I’ve been able to spend the holiday with them each year. It has been great getting to spend so much time with family that I didn’t get to see much growing up and the rest of my East Coast family is jealous that I get to spend time with everyone!
Even if I didn’t have family out here, I think I would have been able to survive Thanksgivings on the West Coast. I have quite a few friends who also don’t go home for the holiday. Usually, they tag along with another friends’ family who lives nearby but sometimes they even host their own Thanksgiving celebrations in San Francisco. This year, I spent my holiday break with my family in Marin County (just north of San Francisco) and got to hear all about how excited my younger cousin was on her first Thanksgiving home from college in Santa Cruz. It reminded me of my freshman year Thanksgiving and how thankful I am to have such great family and friends here in the Bay Area. Hope you all had a great Thanksgiving!