I have resorted to having a tall, thin fake tree. I hate the fake part, but I like having a tree and I anticipate having it for a very long time, to hopefully make it as sustainable as possible (which I realize isn’t sustainable, at all, since it’s plastic but anyways…). For the first three years my ex and I lived together, we would get a permit from our local national forest and go out and cut one down. I remember that so distinctly and it was such a happy tradition for me. I had to ask the tree if it was okay for us to take it and I swear to you, I felt like it was a soul inside our house during the season. Like there was another person living in the house.

I remember that I used to cry in January when it was time to dispose of the tree. I hated to get rid of it. I came to love each of those trees so damn much.

This article is just another example of why I want to run away with you. ❤ ;)