My First Thanksgiving Freshman Year

The time has come. After countless weeks of exams, homework, meetings, and random outbursts of crying, it’s time to venture home for a few days of much needed rest, real food, and time with loved ones. Thanksgiving has become a lot more meaningful now that I am away from college. I remember my first Thanksgiving freshman year. I was living the standard movie cliché of coming home for the holidays. I grew a beard, everyone commented on how much more liberal I’ve gotten, I was asked (and begrudgingly answered) how my classes were going, it was all part of the true college experience.

This year, both my sister and I were away for college so coming home for break even more important. Leaving Madison Tuesday, stuck in rush hour traffic,