As someone who never has had to travel very far for Thanksgiving, I am pretty obsessed with travel stories. Since I can’t really imagine the holiday travel horror, in my mind it’s like the greatest, most terrible obstacle course ever designed by man, and always looks and feels exactly like the plot of Planes, Trains and Automobiles.
The farthest I’ve ever had to travel was from Poughkeepsie to Long Island, which as any map will tell you, is not very far at all. I did spend one Thanksgiving away from my family, during my junior year semester abroad. My only Thanksgiving travel-related hiccup then, was realizing that we had 15 minutes until the Metro closed to get to our respective homes, followed by the drunk sprint through central Madrid.
Have you been similarly lucky? No? Share your travel woes below!