It started when I moved to a new town and didn't know anyone yet. Four whole days all to myself to do whatever I wanted. Eat, nap, eat, walk on beach, eat, listen to music. I loved it. Then when I made friends, they insisted on having me over to their gatherings. That was fun, but not the same. It is very hard to be a guest at someone's holiday family gathering no matter how nice everyone is. Especially if you are the only non relative. So, after years of trying to be a good sport, I decided I liked my Thanksgiving tradition better. It worked well later on when divorced and had to divide the holidays. I didn't mind giving up Thanksgiving since my birthday is at Christmas. And my ex was gracious and flexible. Now my beautiful, married, adult daughter still honors my Thanksgiving tradition. I love her for that!