Okay, so I had a really weird moment today at the pasar (our local market). Something washed over me amid the oppressive heat, and the crowds of people squeezing past me and, yes, even the smells, which I won’t mention. All of a sudden I felt like it was Thanksgiving. For just a brief moment a nostalgic feeling overcame me. The same feeling I would get in California when our family gathered together for Thanksgiving. I had to stop and ask myself why.
I think it was the fact that in one of the stalls of vegetable sellers, there was a television with sports on. Not American football by any means, but soccer (an Asian favorite). Something about the green soccer field on the screen and a few people gathered around to watch it, and the surrounding vegetables, carrots and cabbages piled up high, along with Chinese celery (which smells like the real thing), and the way the sun was filtering down to brighten the stalls reminded me of Thanksgiving in California. Have I been overseas too long?
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