I can't help feeling nostalgic for things i am currently living

My dad's barber is a very interesting lady.

She is short, rocks spiky red hair, she has drawn on eyebrows and has a slight hoarding problem.

I feel fascinated by her, her house and her establishment. Everytime we visit her (to cut my dad's hair), I watch in awe at her amazing collection of colorful trash. 

Yellow walls covered in framed photos and certificates, terrible decorations hanging from the ceiling, giant mirrors barely visible, counters filled to the max in hair products, so many in fact that they are piled on top of one another and many, many plants.

I sit on this horrible patterned couch (red and brown patchwork with little christmas cartoons and suspicious stains), and just look, trying to identify all i can, as if i were looking at an I spy book.

This time a year her establishment is looking extra festive. I really liked the spheres hanging from her pine tree, they were green with rainbow stars.

Its november but we know nobody cares for November, people just want to get right into the colorful lights and gifts.

To be honest, i've never cared much for christmas, of course the gifts seem nice and even the food seems attractive, but nothing else calls me to it. I've never celebrated christmas, so i wouldn't know much about the christmas cheer and spirit, but I do miss the terrible decorations. The ones you would see at an old lady's houses, with all the colors that didn't go well together, the tiny figurines and the dusty fake pine trees. I miss seeing that at my friends houses. I feel like a lot of holidays have lost the charm they used to have, we no longer get terrible movies and tacky decorations, everything seems too perfect now, and i'm not sure how i feel about that.

I used to live in a trailer park, so you know i was very poor, but i never really noticed until i grew older. 

I sometimes miss the trailer park, i miss my neighbors hanging clothes to dry, i miss my one and only friend showing me the tooth he just lost by falling down a tree, i miss the rare snow day where we got enough snow to make a snowman and we got to parade it around in our car's hood, i miss the smell of coffee coming from my window in the morning, i miss tracking down the boar that got into the park to look at its babies (incredible dangerous endeavour) and i just miss being a kid i guess.

So now i try to remember everything i see, to remember the tacky charm that one day we might lose completely. I miss seeing things i see almost everyday, so when i get to see it again i feel appreciation, even when life is awful, the smell of pines when we mop the floor, the band that practices next door, the birds that make nests on our roof every year, and the barber shop's yellow wall make me feel happy that i still get to enjoy life.