This will be the first year we don’t get a Christmas tree in my house. I’m still not sure how I feel about it, but I guess it’s just a product of my aging family. As the only “child” still left in the house, it feels odd to be living at home in the transitional phase when your house stops becoming home and starts becoming your parent’s house.

I suppose I shouldn’t be too bothered. I’ll hopefully be moving out of town in the second half of next year which will let me make my own home.

It’s just weird being around to see your home change from the place you knew as a kid.