The decorations are up, and the Chipmunks are back on my iPod playlist. It’s that time of year again, so you know what that means: time to plan another early Christmas getaway! :-D Last year I traveled to Stockbridge in Massachusetts in a quest to recapture the Christmas spirit, something I hadn’t felt in a long, long time. I was somewhat successful, partly because it had snowed during the weekend I was there, creating a beautiful wintry wonderland that made me feel right at home.
This time I’ll be heading further north, all the way to New Hampshire to the very heart of the White Mountains. I found a place to stay with a fireplace and jacuzzi in Jackson, just a few miles from the busy town of North Conway. This will be the first time I’ve ever traveled to New Hampshire as an adult too, (I passed through once when I was 9 on the way to Maine), so I’m pretty excited.
I kinda wish I wasn’t going by myself though, but it’s like I decided before, if I just wait around for someone to share my life with, then I will have ended up wasting an entire life. And now I’m truly convinced I’ll never meet someone, so it’s time to really start putting this behind me. There was one Christmas tradition I used to follow that I’ll finally be ending this year: boycotting the movie “It’s a Wonderful Life.” Because I never had a chance to see this film, I wanted to save the occasion for the day when “she” and I could watch it together. It was a stupid romantic notion, and year after year would go by without meeting “her” and thus never watching the movie.
This year however, I’m taking the DVD of “It’s a Wonderful Life” and I will finally end that silliness, accepting the reality that I am always going to be alone. I just wasn’t meant to get married or have a family, but you know what, I think I’m finally ok with that. As long as I keep traveling, and keep moving, I won’t have time to be lonely.
So instead of being financially and emotionally burdened down with a house, screaming kids and a wife who would probably hate my guts before long and have an affair with a Latino named Pancho Spanknuts, I’ll instead be in the snowy mountains once again, quietly sitting by the fireplace and sipping delicious hot cocoa, while the scents of Christmas from a Yankee Candle jar fills the air.
Is there really any better way to live?