Where does the time go?We leave for Seattle, Portland and Olympia tomorrow.
I'm glad my mom and brother live relatively close to me. Michael's family is in Penticton, Alberta and Ontario. He doesn't get to see them much.
I was, in the beginning, somewhat ambivalent when Michael's mom would wave to us as we turned out of her driveway and headed home, but now I am sad both because Michael
is sad, and because I suppose, after ten years, I'm relatively ingratiated in the family. They're so kind to me. They are so much fun. So, so much fun.It's sad that everyone isn't able to see their family for dinner every Sunday. I've never not lived near my family and I'm not sure how I would cope if I were to leave the province.
It's hard, getting wrapped up in work and family and social obligations. Scheduling vacations. Trying to meet up. There was a time when me and Big D kept missing each other and we kept apologizing and eventually he said something along the lines of "let's stop apologizing: it's life and we're not always going to be able to see each other when we want to".
It's true.
Life gets hectic.
Makes me appreciate nights like tonight all the more.
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As big as Texas is we still try to live within one day's driving time from family. It's just too hard to live farther, like when we lived in Memphis. I was never so homesick for Texas, it started messing with my mind. I spent all my days sitting on the edge of the bed watching QVC. I never bought a thing, just watched it and wished I was closer to my family.
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