Family is something that has always been important to me. From a young age it was instilled into me that family is the most important thing. More than friends, more than school, more than most anything. I also lucked out on my family, so it isn’t that hard to prioritize them. But that wasn’t always the case.
Of course in middle school and high school I didn’t prioritize them. I was a dumb tween or teen at the time so I didn’t want anything to do with my parents, let alone my kid sister. We would do a lot together and we did have fun, but I was in high school and stupid and wanted to be with my friends 24/7. It comes with the territory that you’re going to resent your family a little bit at that time in your life.
It wasn’t until college and I was away from home that I realized how much I missed them and how important they are to me. I got homesick often enough, but not enough to actually come home, of course. The newfound freedom of college was too good to pass up. But I did make the most of their visits to school and when I was home for the summers, and we always had a good time for the most part.
Now fast forward to last fall, when I moved away from home for good. Like good, good. So good you can’t (well, won’t) move back home again. What’s next? Cue the homesickness.
There was and is so much newness coming at me all at once and it can get overwhelming. I wanted to go somewhere that was familiar to me. I was homesick for a while, and I still get homesick a couple of times a week. Is that lame that I miss my home and dog and even parents at times? Yeah, well I don’t care. I love the house I grew up in and I have never been more comfortable anywhere else than I have in that house. I sleep like a freaking rock when I’m there visiting and I could spend all day just hanging out with my dog. He’s fun but opinionated, and gets mad when I try to make him do stuff he doesn’t want to do. Yeah, that’s Toto.
Yes, I get homesick and wish I was a kid again so I can live in the comfort and protection of my childhood home. But I can’t do that anymore and I am amazingly lucky that I feel that way. My family is still very supportive of me even now and my mom and dad visit often, and my sister goes to school in the same city as me. So as far as homesickness and closeness goes, it could be a lot worse.
It was around junior or senior year of college that I realized how lucky I got with my family. We have a good relationship even though we’re a small (physically and number wise) but mighty group. They taught me everything: how to cook, clean, be funny, and find the joy in life. So yeah, family is an important factor in my life, and I hope it’s important in yours too. What do you love most about your family? Or get annoyed with I love to hear all kinds of stories about how wacky families can be!