Family

I missed a family get together tonight. Had to work and it was about an hour way. The way the party worked out, would have had to driven two hours round trip for what would have amounted to a cameo. Ten, maybe fifteen minutes and then time to go.

So instead, I went to dinner with my wife using a Christmas gift card. Applebees. It was a great dinner and good fun talking with my lovely wife. Then I went to my parents house. My 21 year old brother and his girlfriend were the only ones home. Sat and talked for a while until my parents got home from the family get together about an hour later. I have now been here for four hours. My family, Dad, Mom, brothers are some of my favorite people in the world. I can really think of no people that I can want to spend time with. Spending time with them really helps me find perspective and be me.

My parents house is the house I grew up in. While I own my own house and it is a home to me, something about that old house will always be "Home". Something about going there lets me separate from whats eating at me and relax muscles I didn't even know were tense. A lot of that has to do with my parents. While I did have struggles with them growing up as pretty much every human being through history has had, I never really had any major issues. My parents are two of my all time favorite people, and I think I would feel that even if I had met them under some other circumstance, like as a friends parents. A lot of people love my parents. I honestly can gladly say that I consider every member of my immediate family a close friend, above and beyond the blood relation.

You can go home again especially if home is a state of being, an emotion.

Good people, time well spent.