I can't really give you a picture of a normal Thanksgiving for me, because I don't have normal Thanksgivings. My Thanksgiving is radically different every year; the only thing that remains the same is the fact that I always end up eating turkey. Here's an example of what I mean: this Thanksgiving involved sulking in another room with my sister while our all-adult visiting family slowly got drunk. The Thanksgiving before that was a wild house party with a half-dozen cousins all visiting from Michigan, and we got into crazy shenanigans day after day. The Thanksgiving before THAT, our big fancy dinner was eaten on our laps while me and that same group of cousins watched junk on Netflix in the basement of our grandparents' house in Howell, MI. And the Thanksgiving before THAT was just my immediate family having a large, quiet meal, with way too much food piled on the kitchen counter.
As you can see, there is almost nothing standard about this holiday for me. Basically the only thing that stays the same is the mostly-traditional food: turkey, stuffing, cranberry sauce, etc. Thus, I can't say whether or not I like Thanksgiving, only a specific one. This Thanksgiving I did not enjoy, because all the relatives were old and boring, and I got kicked out of my room and had to sleep on the floor for three nights. The two previous Thanksgivings, however, were hectic and awesome and immensely enjoyable. So every year I wait with nervous anticipation to hear our Thanksgiving plans, hoping they involve cousins. ALL of the many cousins on my dad's side are really fun, and any holiday spent with them is bound to be a blast. Some years, though, I end up with duds like this one. *le sigh...*
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