Or My Little Pony. Or Barbies. Something along that order please. Something that will make me forget that it's been a good year or two since I crossed the "Welcome to Adulthood" finish line.
It used to be a simple order. Either book a flight or a train or load up the car, and when the holidays hit, be Minnesota bound. There was never any question of whether or not I'd be home for Christmas...or Thanksgiving...or Easter, or what have you. Of course I would. That's where I belonged.
Suddenly I'm pulled in two directions. Tennessee AND Minnesota.
So begins life of deciding what family gets what holiday in the household of Amy & Seth.
For us it was rather simple. My brother already has his Christmas schedule in place. Align with his and we're good to go! Check and check! Tennessee for Thanksgiving and Minnesota for Christmas!
And then came the Facebook message from a good high school friend, asking if I'd be home for Thanksgiving.
"No...how about Christmas?" I responded.
And then it hit us. Not only were we destined to never be in the same state for Thanksgiving and Christmas again, something much worse had happened-- we had grown up. Long gone were the movie nights and play practices and speech meets. We were grown women. With in-laws and potential future in-laws shakin' up our plans. Gone by the wayside the circle of trust that has kept our high school relationships intact.
Now I'm too busy trying to break into Seth's family's circle of trust.
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This is the first year I won't be home for either holidays. Minnesota's calling my name, but Las Vegas is holding me back. Lame.
It's a really bittersweet feeling to be stuck in the middle. You don't want to hurt anyone's feelings but you have to try to please yourself, too.
In a weird way, though I thought I'd never say it, I'm a bit jealous of all those classmates of mine that stayed together after highschool. They can go to both houses both days. Not fair. ;)
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