When your friend group consists of a bunch of poor early 20-somethings who can’t afford to go home for Thanksgiving, the natural option is a Friendsgiving. Or at least that’s what I decided last year. It didn’t matter that I was going to host this thing in the small, one-bedroom apartment I was sharing with my roommate and our German Shepherd. Nope. I was determined to make this happen. The holidays are a time for people to come together, and I needed that sense of comfort even though I was miles away from my family.
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