it really is christmastime, isn't it?
ordering holiday cards and christmas presents should have tipped me off.
it still didn't hit me. until yesterday.
yesterday, my boyfriend and i went to get a tree. my first fairly large christmas tree in years. i surprised myself this year. when we started talking about how we'd decorate, and my boyfriend mentioned not getting a tree (he is from a place where people go out and cut down their own trees...i don't understand this phenomenon...but hope to one day), i was sad. i realized that i wanted one. and not a small one like i had been getting the last two years. a nice sized tree. the kind of tree i got when i was younger before i became a grinch and fought with my mother about getting a christmas tree at all.
i'm not sure what brought it on. maybe it is that the apartment is becoming more and more of a home instead of an apartment. maybe it is because i've been around a lot more trees this fall because of hiking and i want trees nearby. maybe it is because i am dating the kind of guy who just got up and turned on the christmas lights on the tree even though its only 1:30pm and turned to the pup and said, "it had to be done". who knows.
but my yearning for a tree must have been palpable because things were moved, spaces were measured, and a nice tree was brought home. and we decorated it. and i only felt a touch of my usual christmas-sadness (the sadness that comes so easily this time of year after childhood years of bad christmas experiences). and we accidentally both wore red tops and we took a goofy picture in front of the tree. and then george the pup spent a lot of the night just hanging out close to it...
and it really is the holiday season, isn't it?