I had a visit from my parents this weekend. My parents, my little brother, and I- all in my two bedroom in Humbolt. Was it... Great? Absolutely not. But am I glad they came? Hell yea.
What is it about family? We love them- unconditionally. But sometimes, it's all one can do to not just pray they disappear to the other side of the world; to escape them if only for a moment. I swear.. As much as I enjoyed spending time and eating with them, I also couldn't wait to have my apartment back to myself. To use my bathroom at my leisure, to walk around in a t-shirt and panties.
But it's always worth it, isn't it? To see your family? In my case, I usually get a fridge full of groceries, maybe a bit of shopping on someone else's checkbook. But that's not the thing that matters most. It's the way your dad hugs you so tight you can't even breathe. Or the way you can see in your mom's eyes how much she loves you. Shit, I know I must sound ungrateful.
We don't chose our families- and no one has a perfect one. But when we get to see them- when they come around to just stop in and say hello.. It might feel like a pain in the ass, but it also just feels... right.
There are things that I tease my family for that if I heard anyone else say aloud, I might cause physical pain for. But when it all boils down, those hugs, and those looks can make my day. Or even my week.
I guess I'm just saying what I don't say to them enough; I love and appreciate my crazy, annoying, ridiculous family.
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