The town where I live has fireworks on the beach every Thursday evening during the summer. It's not the kind of massive spectacle one might see on the 4th of July, but they do a nice enough job. Being a resort town, many folk are only here for a week or so, and the fireworks are often a beginning or end to their stay.
While other people may come here for vacation, it's where I live year round and it's easy to feel a bit resentful towards the vacationers who choose Old Orchard Beach for their summer getaway. Not because they clog the stores, or can't figure out how to navigate the roundabout by the 7-11; after all, without them on our roads and spending money in our shops, this town wouldn't exist.
Rather, it can be challenging to be surrounded by people that are having fun while many of us are busy trying to survive. The situation is not unlike having to deal with a neighbor who blasts their music until 3am on Friday night because they, unlike you, don't work on the weekend.
The last several weeks have found me stuck at my desk juggling the conflicting demands of getting work done at my main job, while also job hunting, and doing photography work to pick up a few extra dollars. My family is doing OK right now, but a looming change in our financial situation, and our thus-far unsuccessful attempts to address it, casts a pretty dark shadow over everything we do.
So I've been a bit... let's say snarky about the fireworks. After all, I found myself thinking, it's just Thursday and that happens every week - not exactly something to be all celebratory over.
But that's bullshit on two levels.