When I think of holidays, I typically associate it with the mass crowds traveling away and going either somewhere exotic or to a place called home that’s not where they’re currently at. But for me, the holidays mean the exact opposite– staying put right where I am with the ones I love. Thanksgiving has and always will be probably my most favorite holiday. Yet, there are no presents, no super cute twinkling lights and Christmas trees to go with it, or adorable music that you can sing along to by a piano. So why has Thanksgiving always struck such a strong cord with me in my heart? Really thinking long and hard about the subject, I’ve come to see it’s because to me, Thanksgiving means spending time with the people you love. Ever since I was a little kid Thanksgiving meant waking up early to watch the Thanksgiving Day Parade on TV while my parents were cooking and prepping furiously in the kitchen. Thanksgiving meant waiting eagerly for groups of our closest family and friends to come to our house while waiting impatiently and excitedly for my dad’s world famous turkey to hit the tables. Thanksgiving meant sitting around our TV once the crowd died down at the end of the day and watching our traditional Home Alone 1 or Home Alone 2 movie with all of our cousins while having second rounds of that day’s Thanksgiving feast. For me, Thanksgiving meant no crazy and over the top celebrations, but instead, it meant spending time and being thankful for those around you and the ones you love.