Goodbyes
Leaving family is always effably sad. I feel myself breaking up in pieces inside at the thought of not being with them. It's the worst with my sister.
I spent the weekend with them and old friends, and I forgot that we were ever apart--which made the goodbyes worse. And it gets harder the older I get. When I was younger, I don't think I needed anybody quite as badly. Now I have a hard time living far from my family. As much as Tim is now my family, they are still my family first.
I spent the weekend with them and old friends, and I forgot that we were ever apart--which made the goodbyes worse. And it gets harder the older I get. When I was younger, I don't think I needed anybody quite as badly. Now I have a hard time living far from my family. As much as Tim is now my family, they are still my family first.
posted by LE at 12:37 PM
1 Comments:
I know what you mean. When we leave my parents, I often have what Topher calls my "highway 150" cry when we leave the Flint Hills and my long time home.
I think it must have always seemed like family and friends would always be around. And Jennifer and I have talked about how it was a shock when, suddenly, all of us didn't get to see each other every day!
Sounds like a fantastic weekend. :)
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