Thanksgiving in England: How to not to die of homesickness
Posted on November 22, 2012 by yankeebean
HAPPY THANKSGIVING! This time of year, we always get a LOT of emails from fellow expats that are trying to distract themselves from HHH (Heinous Holiday Homesickness). I hold my arms open wide and give you all big, non-creepy hugs…
Because so many of your are hurtin’, I thought I’d write down my personal and extra-special check-list that I’ve developed to to kick HHH’s arse.
1 – PARTY!
We’re American and we are used to celebrating this day – don’t stop now just because of the tiny, insignificant fact that you don’t ACTUALLY LIVE THERE ANY MORE Invite people over – heck, invite PERSON over and channel your inner pilgrim. Drink ’til you’re merry then eat ’til you’re comatose.
Don’t worry about everyone being American, Brits go MENTAL of Thanksgiving. There have been years that friends that live on the other side of the UK call me up 6 MONTHS IN ADVANCE to ‘reserve’ their seats at Thanksgiving. Once a friend even flew over from Spain just to be part of our Thanks-mania.
2 – Take the day off
It took me two years to realise that the single thing that pissed me off the most about missing American Thanksgiving was not getting any time off. From the minute my alarm clock would go off on Thanksgiving morning, I felt like I wanted to throw things and burst into tears.
But the third year in, I took Thanksgiving day off from work and spent the whole day prepping for party-central and watching the original Miracle on 34th Street on constant loop. BLOODY HELL, it made me feel SOOOOO much better.
Can’t recommend it highly enough.
3 – Do something REALLY American
I’ll give you three guesses about what I do on Thanksgiving Day every year (and have done since my first expat Thanksgiving all the way back in 2005).
I GO TO STARBUCKS.
I swear I’m not paid to constantly talk about Starbucks – I don’t even go there all that often. I just write about it on here a lot because it’s my go-to-screw-you-HHH solution.
Anyway – this is pretty much the first thing I do every Thanksgiving. I take myself out for a giant eggnog latte and an enormous pastry. I bring a book and I just sit, read, and soak in all that glorious caffeine and sugar. I soak it up and I wear it like a sweater / armour all day long. HHH can’t touch me when I’ve got my American buzz on.
4 – Don’t try to EXACTLY duplicate your childhood Thanksgiving
This is another thing I tried to do for the first two years and I can hold my head up high and tell you that it TANKED. BIG TIME.
Duplicating my American Thanksgiving caused all KINDS of trouble. For example:
- Trying to find certain ingredients was a nightmare (Canned pumpkin, fried onions, the right kind of stuffing mix)
- Asking everyone around the table to say one thing they’re thankful for went down like a lead balloon. On the whole, everyone was TOTALLY embarrassed about it. We didn’t even get all the way around the table. The Brits staged a kind of silent revolt and gave up half-way through. For an English twist, why not ask everyone to make a comment about the weather instead? (Kidding kidding… that was kinda mean, sorry. Clearly I’m still bitter.)
- Some of the traditional Thanksgiving dishes gave my English guest the heebies. They’re weren’t a big fan of green bean casserole. They were sceptical about candied yams and they were surprised (although not horrified) about the stuffing because it was so different to what they’re used to.
- It’s worth noting that I’m a vegetarian and we also had quorn roast instead of turkey. You’ll be SHOCKED to know that it didn’t go down that well.
5 – Talk to your family
This is both the absolute best and the super-most-difficult part every year – but it’s an absolute essential. I always want to have a little tear-session after I talk to my fam, but I also know that I’d feel like a big ol’ pile of shite if I didn’t catch up with them.
And that’s it! I do these 5 things every year and really REALLY helps.
Does anyone have any tips or traditions that you’ve started since you’ve been an expat? There’s freakin’ LOADS of room on my list for more traditions, so bring it on.