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ever since i moved to florida, chistmas just isn’t the same anymore. you’ll always find me complaining about the warm weather this time of year, but throughout these last 5 years i’ve learned there’s a lot more to the holiday seasons than cold air. i remember so many little things from earlier years that now i realize have so much to do with the holiday season that i just don’t find down here. things like people all bundled up in jackets running to get inside as quick as they can…but still willing to brave the cold a few seconds more to hold the door for you…or seeing everyone turn quiet in a room to listen to the weather report to see if there’s going to be a fresh snowfall in time for chirstmas day…everyone with red noses and sniffling, with a big smile on their face. even a swift cold breeze in fall would give you a quick reminder that chirstmas is on the way, creating more and more anticipation for the season. don’t get me wrong, my holidays have not been horible by any means. there’s just a definate differance between a great christmas season and just another christmas. a major area that has been altered for me is that chirstmas is much more about going home than anything else. the feeling of walking up to your house and turning the doorknob just right so it opens on the first turn…thinking about how many times you’ve opened it before. taking that first step into the sights, sounds, and smells of your home during the holidays. when you take that step, you are completely taken in by the holiday spirit. you forget about all of the stupid annoyances of day to day life and you just enjoy the good things…friends and family. my family has morphed and changed since my highschool days, but i would love to have that feeling again.

this season used to be my favorite time of year, but it really has become the time of year when i reflect on everything. with everyone else leaving town to visit their homes and families, i am left to become very lonely and to reflect. while difficult, it has become very interesting how every year I take this time to sit back and think about all of the things in my life and hopefully adjust for the better.

i was at the neighborhood market. i was holding a case of towlette paper and some garden vegetable cream cheese and trying to decide what cat litter to buy. i noticed a pallett of special kitty cat food and was imediately sent into a flashback of my first job at wal-mart slinging those bags around the store. i fell into a daze just thinking about all of those memories. the bags of cat food were sitting on top of a bright blue pallet that was property of a company that i interviewed with last week. I thought about how many hours i possible would put there and what kind of experiences i would have. there’s some sort of circular connection there. then it hit me how extremely boring this was. neither past nor future had the thril that i desire. there’s nothing exciting or interesting about any of this. i really need to find something that is exciting.

in facebook
you can now put how you know people
and if you’ve hooked up with them or not
so you can now sort your friends by who you’ve hooked up with
this is a great way keep track of who exactly you gave herpes