“Maybe next Christmas we’ll both be ok”

I’ve had a hard time putting away Christmas this year, which I usually do either Epiphany or the following day, with very little sadness.

Things feel okay at the moment, but tenuously so. As if one or more of us might fall off the wagon and hit another moving-related patch of big feelings. Leaving everything the way it has been was a feeble attempt to control the situation and avoid the chaos.

I took everything off the tree today (with a little help from the girls.) And by end of the weekend, it will all be put away. I do not fear the winter winds. I know that spring will come.

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