This recounts my first and only Thanksgiving in the Land of the Free and Home of the Brave.

 

It was 2004. It was the first time I went to the US alone. It is also the first time that I went there which is not during May (summer vacation here in Philippines).

 

For some strange reason, I wanted to go there because I badly wanted to see snow.

 

I told my boss that I wanted to file a one-month. He refused – so I quit my job (that’s how cool dudes roll)

I ask my parents and sibs if they wanted to see some snow too – they said I’m crazy so I went by myself.

 

My uncle picked me up at the airport. I can vaguely recall what he said but it has something to do in the lines of just in time for thanksgiving.

 

A lot has happened that mainly involves shopping, partying, drinking, bowling, and road trips.

 

Currently, that is my only Thanksgiving in the US of A.