My ‘Decade of Christmases’ series is over…This year I’m living closer to family than I’ve ever have before. My family is still spread all over the world, but a little less than before. I am hoping this year marks the beginning of something a little less exotic and something a little less emotionally unhealthy. I can’t help but regret, just a tiny bit, the fact that I never got to spend Christmas with the Sisters in the mountains of Timor, or that I won’t be skiing in the Lebanese mountains next week. I miss Christmases by the beach eating summery foods and I hope that there might be another backpacking-in-Damascus Christmas in my future. But I can’t have it all and all of those wonderful experiences came at a high price, a lesson I learned way back in 2003. I’ve continued paying that price for years but maybe it’s time to move on.
I wrote this post back in 2011… now, at the other end of the holidays, I wonder what the new side will look like?