Holiday grumps.

 

I realized tonight that I get end-of-the-year holiday grumps.

Around this time I've been in school for 4 months, finals are coming up, and there's HalloweenThanksgivingChristmasNewYears - all in 2 months and 2 days. The holidays make me miss my family.

I know. No one wants to read yet another post about how much someone loves their family. It's just...I don't get to see them that often. I went home a lot this year -- four times come Christmas, in fact -- but it still doesn't seem like enough. Not this time of year.

Maybe it's on my mind because most of my friends are from around here. They have holiday parties and Sunday dinner and people who come listen to them speak in church and take them shopping and help when their car needs a-fixin'. Gripe. Gripe. Gripe. Don't get me wrong. I'm pretty well taken care of here. Some of my friends' families have been more than gracious to me, and I will love them forever for it...but it's different somehow. I will always be an outsider in someone else's family; always relying on their charitable feelings towards me. I would much rather abuse them like I can my own family.

Families are funny, aren't they? I guess I can't speak for yours, but mine is. I don't talk to them very often...oh, once a month or so -- we're awful communicators -- but somehow they get me. Without knowing many of my life's tedious details, they get me.

I am instantly comfortable with them.

We go well together, my family and me. No, they're not perfect. In fact, we're slightly dysfunctional but gosh, they're fun to be with. So yes, I miss them. And I think about going home constantly. And I'm sorry if you hate this post but it's written and it's going public, so shaddapa you face.