So I thought I would be journaling/updating on Christmas. As it turns out, it is already the day after. My other's parents are coming in tomorrow and as I'm sitting here looking at the Christmas cards taped on my kitchen wall (a tacky tradition jacked from my mom) all I can think is that they look tacky and they don't look level and they will notice this as my husband has noticed this and I have noticed him noticing.
My Christmas was very nice. I felt very close to my family which was nice, is nice. We have come along way and it feels good to be in this place with them. I sit amongst a pile of things, a spoiled child still. For this I cannot apologize. I suppose it is a part of who I am. This holiday felt heavy this year in a way I do not yet understand the significance. I am afraid to know the significance.
There are things happening.
Things are unanswered.
I am changing.
I am older.
2006 will be quite the year.
I'm certain of it.
My Christmas was very nice. I felt very close to my family which was nice, is nice. We have come along way and it feels good to be in this place with them. I sit amongst a pile of things, a spoiled child still. For this I cannot apologize. I suppose it is a part of who I am. This holiday felt heavy this year in a way I do not yet understand the significance. I am afraid to know the significance.
There are things happening.
Things are unanswered.
I am changing.
I am older.
2006 will be quite the year.
I'm certain of it.