T-giving has always been a day of gathering bounty from fields, sharing with others, and giving thanks. However, this year, due to the pandemic, families should celebrate separately, which to Americans sort of defeats the whole purpose of T-day.
Even though Biden was officially announced the 46th President of the United States, I remain suspended in space. The free floating anxiety I have felt since Covid outbreak last March lingers because Trump refuses to concede.
Living in Switzerland, all of Europe beckons from our backdoor, but any travel with my bad back remains challenging. So for our vacation, we narrowed our choice to a short (by American standards) four and half hour drive to discover Occitanie Region, a gem in south central France.
As Covid rises around the globe, and holiday plans are derailed again, we wonder when we will be reunited with loved ones, but for expats living abroad the pain of separation is magnified by distance. I ache to be with my family so much it feels like a limb is missing.
From a childhood growing up in a river town, to summers spent on a Wisconsin lake, to weekends of young adulthood walking Normand beaches to raising a family in a Switzerland with a view of LakeGeneva, no matter where I have lived, water has been my solace bringing comfort, inspiration and peace.