This week it’s a little personal. I’m showing you a family portrait. Some of my family, anyway. Our wacky, goofy, misunderstood family. Yes, I’m talking about my side of the family. We’re about as dysfunctional as they come but these are the people that let me be who I am with no apologies. (Okay. Sometimes I have to apologize).
And seeing my son get to really know his extended family? It warms my heart. So while I have friends I’ll miss terribly in NC, this is the homecoming I’m looking forward to.
This week, I have photographic inspiration for my post. It’s not so much the photograph as it is the feeling I’m feeling in this picture. It was taken last Monday. I had made yet another long car ride to continue our quest for the perfect house/yard/community. P.S. Still haven’t found it.
More importantly, my trip (intentionally) coincided with my older brother’s arrival from China. He lives there with his wife and two children. I see him every couple of years. As you can imagine, it’s not the easiest place int he world to visit (but I have visited!)
It’s the first time in a long time my family was all in the same country, let alone the same state, at the same time. Missing from this picture is my husband (boo – he had to leave for a meeting in Richmond) and my younger brother (working late that night).
As we look for places to move, I keep mentioning to Sean how I want to stay pretty close to my family. Not SUPER close. But close.
My sister and I have been staying up late chatting at night when I visit her house. It’s girl talk. We haven’t done that in a long time. We don’t talk about nails and shopping. But okay, we do talk about hair (mainly to complain about our genetics in that department).
But I left home for college at 17. I never went back. I never thought I was leaving for good. I would come home on breaks for no more than 3 weeks at a time. My mother kept a room for me but it was never my room again. I haven’t lived too close to family since then.
My mother lived in Raleigh for a few years. It was a tumultuous time for both of us. But my sister — I haven’t lived in close proximity to her in 20+ years. I’m kind of excited about being close again.
And my brother is looking at possibly buying a house nearby for part-time living arrangements. I don’t exactly understand it but he’s my brother. I never really understand him.