I have slipped from the realm of blogging. Sorry.
Quick update: I moved. It pretty much changed everything.
Thus, this is the new story of my life...
New town, new terrain, new job, new school, new grade level, new house, new roommates, new friends, new boy, new ward, new callings, pretty much new everything.
I hate change. I really do. It throws me off and upsets me. It takes me way too long to adjust to it. I avoid it as much as possible and at all costs. This may or may not be why I have lived most of my life within a ten-mile radius and only moved twice during college. So amongst all this 'new' I have decided to find joy in the simple pleasures of the 'old' that I can take with me: holiday traditions being one of those.
It's Christmas time. With this joyous holiday season comes one of my most favorite traditions of all: Christmas trees! You should know by now that I have a tree this year, and it has a name. Cuz that's how it always is. What you don't know is that I got help chopping it down this year and I let someone else have the honor of naming it. My nearest and dearest friend, Gregory George II (pronounced 'the second'), hiked across miles and miles of treacherous mountain terrain to get this tree for me and dubbed him Sir An"fir"ny. Well, okay. Not really miles and miles, but that's what it felt like. It was actually just a ten minute wandering through the hillside. Anyways, thanks to Greg, An"fir"ny now rests safely adorned in my living room. And even though he lacks a certain thickness about him, he more than compensates for it with height. Gosh, he is tall! We're talking well over 8 feet. So tall, in fact, that he had to be placed in the center of the house where the slanted roof is at its peak. Putting lights on him was quite the adventure.
Better picture will be posted soon!
An"fir"ny would be the one in the back
I guess all the 'new' in my life will have to wait for another time. For now, I just need to add An"fir"ny to my list of trees that have been a traditional part of my holiday seasons.
