The tree is down. I'm ready to haul the things back into the attic for another year. I wonder about next year, about how life will be next Christmas, when there is a grandchild. Buddy and Brianna are moved back to the area. Dylan is bringing his girlfriend home this weekend. Brittany is the first girl that he has brought home for us to meet. Cara will be back from Korea. Tim's job is, surprisingly, looking secure for the foreseeable future. What will the year bring? Next Christmas, I'll have one more semester to go before I graduate. So will Cara, strange to think. I pack these ornaments up trying to imagine the woman I'll be when I unpack them next year, the family we'll be next year, when we decorate once again.
Life's funny like that, isn't it? I pack up the boxes of ornaments collected through the years, smiling at the memories evoked, yet, I can't help looking forward to next year at the same time. Today's one of those strange days. Caught between looking back and looking forward, like Janus. I know, at some point, I need to come back to the present, but it's been a pleasant sort of day wandering in my mind.
Oh, and I got my laundry and ironing done, too.
Yeah. I'm awesome.