Looks like I forgot to write about Christmas. Or, I can’t find it, so here we go again. I lasted ten months in Cohousing and felt badly about it till more people moved into my community, and out, most within six months. So, I had one Christmas.
First off, I thought cohousing would be cool to celebrate holidays like Hannukah where at the synagogue I belonged to in Los Angeles we each brought in a menorah and the table was glowing with so many candles. However, no one organized a Hanukkah celebration and one family mentioned they went over to their extended family instead. I didn’t organize it since I tried for Rosh Shannah and that was the night the cat died, no one showed up for blessings of honey and apples for the new year, and the one neighbor who wanted to asked about it the night after. Fail on that front.
I was on the community committee (the fun party planning one till we all wanted to quit when it was also the committee that had to try to deal with conflict), so I must’ve helped plan the holiday party. It ended up being really fun and I even saw that my picture is still up on the Facebook page of me and my boys smiling. What made it fun – a white elephant give away. I bought a gift that I thought would be popular. We had faithfully gone to game night so when I saw an Uno card game made out of chocolate, I thought it’d be a hit but it was meh. My son made a younger child cry when he got to take the lantern that he thought was cool so that was uncomfortable. What made it such a good memory is that the worst gift made everyone laugh hysterically. One family didn’t go shopping but instead looked into their basement and found a painting that a friend had made for them years ago. It was of a clown so everyone laughed not because it was so funny, but it was so creepy. Of course no one wanted it but it got passed around. The couple that got it ended up putting it in the window of their attic which made it a nice inside joke whenever we looked up.
The other thing about Christmas which was nice and I wonder if it became a yearly tradition was one family invited everyone over for pancakes on Christmas morning. People came in and out and it was lovely. I even saw Santa Claus walk down our pedway. I wondered if it was the fire fighters and was happy they knew we existed (as a new build I wondered about their response time since most never found us on a GPS). Later a neighbor admitted it was her father in law who lived locally.
Later that day, I went to have Christmas at my sister’s house which I always do. I was torn since I saw some neighbors firing up the fire pit and I felt FOMO. I can’t remember if I caught it later or not. I do remember wondering if this was my life – balancing my dedication to my new neighborhood community and my old life with family. I never got another chance to figure it out since summer came and as soon as it started the scales tipped and made me want to get the heck out.