It’s undeniable, like gravity – I need to be married.
Christmas is complicated; you don’t need me telling you this. But the reasons are more meaningful than navigating traffic, fighting malls, and dreading credit card bills. Things get complicated during the holiday season because whatever seems wrong about our lives, our families, children, or relationships becomes quickened, concentrated, and inescapable.
Age brings rolling avalanches of sentimentality. As the days in the rear view begin outnumbering those in the windshield, one starts feeling the draw of former things. For me this is most acute for anything to do with college. While some didn’t enjoy their college experience, though I don’t know a single one, for me it remains perhaps the most memorable four years of my life.
I chose it for the right reasons. It was close enough to my children but far enough from their mother. I would never mow a lawn or lay pine straw again. The rich onyx of the granite and doors gave off a masculine vibe sorely lacking in the others. But most important of all perhaps, it was new – symbolic of the life I was to begin.
Making friends was never easy for me. In many respects I’m a closet introvert. I can emerge from my cocoon when a job calls for it, presentation, conference, or meet-n-greet. But when no one is looking, I’m that guy holding up the wall waiting for someone to talk to him.