Yesterday was Easter. I went to my friend’s apartment and we ate cupcakes and dyed eggs. Then we ordered food because we were hungry. That was our version of an Easter celebration. We didn’t really dress up. Nobody cooked a big meal. There wasn’t a huge number of us. There weren’t really any traditions. (Who actually colors eggs past the age of ten?) We were all thinking about things besides Easter and celebrating.
On St. Patrick’s Day, one friend texted me and said something along the lines of “Let’s celebrate!” I genuinely had no idea that it was St. Patrick’s Day, so my response was, “Celebrate what?”
I have forgotten so many holidays while living abroad. Facebook statuses come 8+ hours after my time, so by the time my American friends are celebrating a holiday, my day’s usually over or already planned. There isn’t really big marketing for holidays, although there is one aisle in the hypermarket devoted to whatever holiday is upcoming. But half the time they’re Indian or other holidays that I don’t celebrate, so it’s easy to ignore it. I don’t have a tv, so there are no ads there either. Last year I completely forgot about Fourth of July, which is my favorite holiday. Granted, there would be no fireworks here and it’s way too hot for a barbecue by July. But still!
I was never really that big into holidays in the States. But here I’m more or less completely unaware of them. But I am vowing right this second that I will celebrate the next holiday that I like. Which is…. Cinco de Mayo! Fantastico!