Yesterday, on Thanksgiving Day, I had the strangest feeling of deja vu. Matt was at class all day, and I was by myself, playing classical music and sweeping and vacuuming my apartment. It was not a sad feeling, but just strange. Last Christmas, when I had just started this blog, I spent Christmas day by myself in my apartment, doing the laundry. Matt’s mom and brother had stayed the night in Amsterdam, and Matt and Elijah had gone out for a long Christmas day bike ride to the beach that hadn’t sounded too Christmas-y to me.
I had a huge Christmas last year, something like a dozen visitors for a span of almost a month. I have a big Thanksgiving planned this year as well; ham, potatoes, corn, gravy and cinnamon rolls with Matt last night, and a big intercultural Thanksgiving celebration on Saturday in The Hague. It is still quite funny that on the day. I am just here on my own, at home & listening to Christmas music. Makes me wonder what next year will be like.
Eventually, Matt returned home for our Thanksgiving meal, and we cooked and ate together while watching the football game online somehow broadcast through a station in Austin, Texas. I am not sure if you have ever visited Austin, but I can tell you that they sure have a lot of law agencies that would love to help you if you have had a motor vehicle accident or have been injured on the job. And they like to wear cowboy hats. But you probably already knew that.
After the second game, (I think we missed most of the first, though), my holiday-at-home dreams came true, and there was a figure skating special on. Matt took care of all the cleaning up while I got to watch Scott Hamilton, Kristi Yamaguchi, Dorothy Hamill, Viktor Petrenko, Ashley Wagner, Rachael Flatt, and many others. It turned out to be a very nice Thanksgiving Day after all.
I have high hopes for Christmas as well.
If all were to go swimmingly... 
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