I'm Leaving on a Jet Plane...
Okay, actually I'm leaving in a 2002 Silver-blue
Saturn named "Hedwig". Plans are set: at "oh-dark-thirty" in the morning
tomorrow (Saturday) I'll roll on out of here, up to Salt Lake City to spend the
evening with my Cousin Lori and her husband Eric—two incredibly fun
people—and then I'll make my way Sunday through Wyoming (or
"Wy-oh-my-gawd-it's-flat-ming") back to the homestead.
Okay, actually I'm leaving in a 2002 Silver-blue
Saturn named "Hedwig". Plans are set: at "oh-dark-thirty" in the morning
tomorrow (Saturday) I'll roll on out of here, up to Salt Lake City to spend the
evening with my Cousin Lori and her husband Eric—two incredibly fun
people—and then I'll make my way Sunday through Wyoming (or
"Wy-oh-my-gawd-it's-flat-ming") back to the
homestead.
Last night I watched "A
Christmas Story" for the first time. I don't know where this social phenomenon
came from, or why I'd never seen it before. I'm guessing it may come from the
fact that I've never had cable TV. Anyway, it was interesting to watch. I think
five years ago I wouldn't have been able to identify much with the movie. Having
my nephews and niece, I've really been introduced to "little kids" for the first
time since I was one.
And in some ways
watching the movie turned on the homing beacon in the middle of my chest. I've
been determined to spend Christmas in my home—Los Angeles—for once.
My argument is that I'm never able to establish a proper "family" (meaning the
friends and people I really spend my life with these days) because I'm always
expected to return to Colorado where all my close relatives are. It was hard to
hold my convictions while watching that movie, though. In fact, my roommate Hans
was also watching it for the first time, and he decided then and there that in
fact he was going back to the Midwest for Christmas after
all.
I guess that's testimonial that it
was a powerful movie.
Well, I'll be in
Colorado for the first half of December. I don't see myself hanging around for a
whole month. (Unless I drummed up some frequent-flier miles and flew back to New
York for a week in between. Hmmmm.)
By
the way, Thanksgiving "dinner" went nicely. The three pies (Apple, Blueberry and
Pumpkin) all turned out well. I worked hard to make sure that we only ended up
bringing two slices back home afterwards. It was a very fun and relaxing holiday
spent with good friends. As you may have already observed in this posting, it
was also a very reflective holiday; I think that's supposed to be the point of
Thanksgiving. These people I spent Thanksgiving with were my new family. These
are the people that I've found to surround myself with over the span of one year
since I moved here.
And I've got to say
I've done a pretty damn good job. Here's to another year!
Posted: Fri - November 28, 2003 at 09:52 AM