I love Christmas. Like, looooove Christmas.
In past years, I've dragged Chris with me to all sorts of Christmas-y things: the Festival of Trees, the Tree Jubilee, Temple Square to see the lights, ANY park to see the lights, sleigh rides, walking down Main Street in Cedar with cups of hot chocolate....
I'll take almost anything, people.
But this year, with Chris working every night and me working most of them, I've realized we won't get the chance to do the Christmas things I love so much.
And it will be a big adjustment for me.
I miss a lot of things from our life in Cedar.
I miss our giant Thanksgiving parties.
I miss seeing people I know around town.
I miss the cute cafe's that are open late.
I miss being able to get a freakin' scone. {SERIOUSLY. What kind of city doesn't have a good scone place??}
I miss the random late-night hangouts with friends.
I miss friends, period.
I miss going through the drive-thru on Taco Tuesday with ten people shoved into the car.
I miss the un-plowed roads in the winter, the cops who have nothing better to do than bust up our bonfires, and I even miss ducking my head to avoid my professors in the grocery store {because what can we possibly have to say to one another, anyway?}.
But I suppose this move has given us a few things, too.
I like being close to family. A 45-minute drive is immensely better than a 4-hour one.
I like not having a bunch of single, loud, pretending-they're-not-smoking guys living above us.
I like learning to explore by myself.
I like developing closer relationships with the few people we do know here.
I like not having I'm-falling-off-the-edge-of-the-world gutters on every street.
And just as of a couple weeks ago, I like having my first-ever calling that does NOT involve playing the piano {i've literally only had piano-involved callings for the last TWELVE. YEARS.}.
So I guess I'm not really complaining, but I'm not really celebrating, either. This move has been full of lots of ups and downs, and I suppose I'm just going to have to learn to live with it.
Because hey, c'est la vie.
{those four semesters of french weren't entirely wasted.}