Some Times...

...it's hard to make a change. Some times it's just hard to be away from your family

when you know you're exactly where you need to be. I think this Christmas is going to be

especially hard for me. I remember the first Christmas without my mom. That was hard.

Conscientiously deciding to move before Christmas, it's like reopening that wound. I've never

spent a Christmas away from my family. Well, except one, but I had extended

family and friends to be with.

It's like the way that goes song, "It can't breathe without you. But I have to."

I can't believe that I'm about to admit to this, but it hardly feels like Christmas without the snow. Sure, it's been overcast almost every day since I've arrived, but with no snow, no sun and perpetual overcast-edness, it's hard to feel like it's Christmas.

Aside from the weather being dreary, I think what I'm going to miss most about the holiday are my nieces and nephew and my little brother. Every year for the past 8 years, I've spent Christmas with at least one set of sibling offspring. I'm going to miss that.

Mostly, I think I'm going to just miss being in Utah. Oregon hasn't made a huge impact on me, yet. I wish that it felt like home. I really do. It'd make the holidays a little more bearable to be away from my family.