I'm thankful for this holiday. Our Canadians here in residence have been blissed-out the past few days at the prospect of seeing their families and friends at home, and everyone who's still here is calm and happy and fat with food

I'm glad I've got such great people in my life, and that I might be getting a kitten (!) and that the weather is still quite lovely here. I'm glad I have a nice place to live and enough money to get by; a family that loves me, great music, stimulating classes and a life full of challenges and ways to grow. I'm incredibly thankful for the prospect of basil and mint growing on my windowsill and the fact that I have a kitchen to cook in every day. I have a boy to kiss and warm clothes for the winter, a cheap grocery store to voyage to and good strong boots.
It's kind of insane to think that at times I'm unhappy about the stuff I don't have.
(I'm thankful that I get to do this twice! Twwwooo thanksgivings!)
(and about the differences: yes, American Thanksgiving is about being helped out by american indians when otherwise colonists would have died. we have it in November because that's when the weather begins to turn cold in the NErn states and that's when we needed the most help. Canadians, given their freakishly chilly climate, would have died in October had they been in a similar situation to American colonists. Also, their harvest is in early-to-mid-September (in New Jersey (the gardeniest of the NE US), I think the harvest ends in early October)).