The reality of life's changes really sits at the forefront of my mind tonight. Oddly enough it was a TV spot for TNT's 24 hours of A Christmas Story that made it real for me. For the first time ever, I won't see the movie filmed partially in Cleveland, while in Cleveland. That's weird.
In fact, it's actually that I won't be in my house that is the strangest thing. The people have changed over the years, and some have moved or moved on. I've had holidays that were flawless and happy. Some were filled with uncertainty over career. Others where a friend comforted me in the hardest of times. Most recently, my new family stayed with us. The memories associated with that place are intense.
This year, we'll celebrate Christmas in a completely new place. That isn't bad, it's just different. I think the holidays make you want to hold on a bit to what you're fond of. Not that I want to go back to playing Atari in the basement for hours, like it was 1986, but God knows I've been trying the last two years to undo some of the negative things that made the holidays less than stellar. Next year, after the boy is born, I suspect I'll have an even stronger desire to establish some new traditions.
One thing that really makes me happy, and makes me smile each time I've been out and about town this year, is that I can see snow without having to move through it. I need to make it a point to keep my camera in the car, because I'd like to get some nice shots of the Cascade and Olympic mountains from around town while they have snow on them.