Growing up outside of Syracuse, NY, I new that I always wanted to move to the south. I hated the cold and snow and wanted to trade in my boots and winter jackets for the beach and warmth from the sun. For the last 13 years I have lived at the beach, and during that time, there have been very few moments where I have been homesick. My whole family - parents, brother, grandpa, cousins, aunts, uncle and niece all live back north, but still the beach is now my home and I have no regrets - but around the holiday I miss it a lot.
Every good memory that I have as a child, came from around the holidays. Whether it was sitting around the big table with all my cousins having "sauce" at my grams and grandpa's house in Oneida, going to my uncle's house on Christmas Eve, roasting chestnuts on the fire and drinking fancy drinks that only a 10-year-old could drink or just having some special grandpa and me time when it came to Christmas morning, the holidays were always full of love and festivities - memories that I will always cherish.
As today is the day before Thanksgiving, I do spend it reflecting on what I am thankful for. I am thankful to my parents for my childhood memories, the fact that they allowed me to spread my wings and fly away from home and the knowledge that I can return anytime. I am blessed to be their daughter and pray that I can leave that type of legacy for my children.
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