Even more so if you’re in a foreign country.
Talk about getting homesick.
It’s a whole different world.
To them, it’s the fourth Thursday of November.
But to any American overseas, radar goes out.
And soon you’re with Americans you don’t even know.
Just to be together and celebrate.
Makes no never-mind where you are.
London fog rolls in.
The Berlin Wall falls.
The Great Wall of China goes on forever.
So do long nights in Norway.
Mountains peak in Peru.
Snow falls in Hokkaido.
And ice forms on The Steppes.
While New Zealand enjoys warm days.
And in Capri, a breeze.
If it’s the fourth Thursday in November…it’s Thanksgiving.
We have our peaks here.
And valleys too.
Our drouths and deserts.
And wild rivers.
Canyons and plains.
Hills and dales.
And a gulf.
And dozens of pulsating cities.
With millions of people celebrating.
Being together with family and friends.
Or serving a dinner to those without.
And speaking of dinner, feel free to overeat.
The first Thanksgiving in 1621 lasted three days.
Now those Pilgrims had the right idea.
So forget the guilt.
Go back for seconds.
Have that second piece of pie.
Settle in and watch football.
Or stroll around the block.
Full and thankful.
It’s America’s day.
Renee Walker is a poet, writer, and real estate broker on the Square.