On Sunday, Elizabeth and I had our first Thanksgiving in London. A few days late, but who's counting?
Rather than a turkey, we made a chicken.
Rather than friends or family, we ate with our cats who are both friends and family. Of sorts.
Rather than watching football, we watched football crowds from Emirates stadium file past our flat.
It is times like this when I feel the most homesick, that I have to remind myself of the adventure and the opportunity of being here. The good news is that my passport should arrive back soon and I'll be free to travel abroad again, and Elizabeth and I are planning where our adventures will take us next year, and perhaps more importantly what comes next after this adventure.