So yeah, I totally failed at keeping up with writing once I “re-created” this blog, but fuck it. Currently in my college’s computer lab waiting for class to start and I’d like to comment on my christmas eve.
Growing up I lived in Los Angeles, CA… in the Echo Park neighborhood (not exactly Beverly Hills). My grandmother owned a piece of property on which 3 small homes were built and my family along with cousins, aunts, and uncles, all lived there. This went on until I was about 14 or so and then we all began to move away. Yet every year on Christmas Eve, they made it tradition to reunite at this location.
And for the first time in 7-8 years, I attended. And it was quite the experience.
Everyone looked so much older… so vulnerable. My cousins, whom are the same age as I am (25), were once larger than life to me.. always the outgoing, sociable, alpha-male types. This time around they seemed intimidated by my presence… actually everyone did. I had this sense that every was uncomfortable approaching me at all… and I’m pretty sure it had nothing to do with my own demeanor as I was trying my best to enjoy the company of family.
So odd.
It was great to see them though. I kind of miss the feeling of wonder I used to feel as a child whenever I saw my extended family… but we all have to grow up sometime I guess. Whether we want to or not.
