On Giving Thanks

This post will be picture-less again, but there will be more visually appealing posts coming up in the next few days. This week, instead of listing things that I’m thankful for, I’d like to discuss one thing. Tonight, my workplace had a meeting and we met at the apartment of a coworker whose first child was just born. This is the first time we met the baby (who is just the cutest little thing!).

After our meeting we had a little party that was filled with lots and lots of food! We also had a few toasts. One of the last toasts got me thinking. My coworker is from Georgia and he said that when he was a child he would never have guessed that one day he’d be living in America, sharing food with coworkers from around the world. A majority of my coworkers are Hmong, my boss is Nigerian and of course, the coworker who hosted our meeting is Georgian.

I was born in a small town in Wisconsin. While I was living there (and even after I moved to Minnesota) I never would have guessed that one day I would be sitting in an apartment with coworkers from around the world. I never would have guessed that I’d get to meet these incredible people and learn about where they come from and their families. I have learned words in languages that I never would have even thought to learn and eaten so many different foods. They have introduced me to different cultures and for that experience, I am extremely thankful.

I have been introduced to so many different cultures since moving to Minnesota and I really value the experiences that I’ve had. They’ve caused me to look at the world in which I live through different eyes. There is so much out there to see and to do and I want explore every inch of this planet!

I should show this post to my parents. I gave them hell when we moved, I’m sure they’d love every reminder they can get that now I’m incredibly grateful!