Well, unless something *else* blows up, it looks like we'll be spending Christmas in our new house.
We're scheduled to close on the new house a week from today. Given that pretty much everything else that has been involved with this whole process has gone wrong, been substantially altered, or otherwise not gone as expected/planned, I am taking absolutely nothing for granted until AFTER it happens. And even then I'm a little on the nervous side.
So, two days before Christmas we'll be moving into the new house. Yeah, doesn't leave a lot of time for decorating the tree or hanging stockings, especially considering that we more than likely won't even have *found* the stockings in the pile of boxes by Christmas. Granted, I'll have the gift I really want - a reunion with my family - but for the kids, used to more "traditional" Christmases, it will be quite the change of pace.
My sister said something to me that really hit home. She was having lunch with Mom G., who confided that she was surprised to see me go. Apparently my sister - a high-powered Boston attorney - is the one my folks expected to leave the area, not me. Still not sure how to take that, either as a good thing, as they viewed me as the more stable, dependable one; or as a bad thing, that they never thought I'd get out of my rut.
In any case, this will be the first Christmas, ever, that I haven't been at my folks on Christmas Day. Mom G. is still coming to grips with that concept, the idea that we'll be calling on Christmas rather than coming over. For the kids, it will also be a much different Christmas; the traditional Christmas feast they've come to anticipate will be replaced by a smaller one. This would be a good time to start some new Christmas traditions, I think.
A good friend of mine called me up a few weeks ago. He'd heard about my new job and impending move, and wanted to congratulate me. He ribbed me about waiting until I was in my 40s to really "leave home", and there's a good deal of truth to that comment. Living in the same town for more than 40 years tends to limit one's world view, and I'm glad that I - and my family - are getting the chance to broaden our horizons.
This Christmas will be different, that's for certain, but I don't think it will be any better - or worse - than previous years.
That is all.