Thanksgiving is my least favorite mainstream holiday; it just doesn't do a lot for me. Halloween means candy and carving pumpkins, and Christmas means giving gifts and mistletoe, Fourth of July you see fireworks, and Arbor Day means planting a tree (ok, maybe not a major holiday but still better than Thanksgiving).
Thanksgiving means eating turkey (which is the reason I stopped eating meat in the first place), and pie (which I can take or leave); I do like mashed potatoes, though. Most importantly, Thanksgiving also gets in my way of celebrating Christmas earlier; I have to wait until it has passed to start baking cookies and candies.
Hopefully you can understand why I haven't made the trip home for Thanksgiving in three years. Sometimes people think this is sad, not understanding my indifference to this holiday.
Freshman Year was understandably mediocore. It was my first Thanksgiving on my own, and I thought that buying mashed potatoes at the Dollar Store would save me a few dollars. It did, but the entire days meals consisted of two bites of said "food" and one kiwi. I've since learned not to buy real food from the Dollar Store.
Sophmore Year was mostly skateboarding the streets of Ghost Town Provo.
Junior Year will be Beka and Brandon visiting, skateboarding, real food, and homework.
So my nontraditional Thanksgivings have obviously improved over the years. Perhaps someday I'll learn to love this day of gluttony, but probably only when they move it so that it no longer interferes with my Christmas Festivities.