Holidays are sacred to me. Not being able to celebrate one in my traditional way seems wrong; I just don’t get that, you know, feeling. Despite this affinity for tradition, however, I’ve spent plenty of holidays away from loved ones.
Such was the case for Thanksgiving of 2011. A monsoon that year brought the costliest and possibly most intense flooding Bangkok had ever seen. I traveled there in November to do a radio story about the flood. The choice to go was entirely mine, but recognizing that the trip would require me to miss Thanksgiving caused disappointment. I knew I wouldn’t experience that feeling, the one that comes from family and tradition and doing everything in “just the right way.”