Being with Family

Well, I went from not posting to posting three times in one day.

I am so excited about this weekend, I've definitely been counting down the days, and also, definitely woke up this morning and realized it wasn't friday and was immensely disappointed.

Friday I get to see a whole lot of friends and hang out with them, Saturday I get to see my family. I left the pizza parlor in tears because I was leaving them behind it seemed so long ago, though really its only been about two months. So, I get to see Lindsay, Bill, Carole, Berta and a whole bunch more family that I've been missing. And then of course after that is my first ever, real gymnastics meet, in Visalia. (which I'm a bit nervous about)

But I miss my family so much. One of the people who I consider part of my family asked me the other day while he was proof reading one of my papers, weather I wanted to change the world family to friends? I said no, and he asked if I really considered the people I was talking about family? And I do. Family is not determined simply by genetic coding, or who had sex with this person or that. Being called part of a family is not a right, it is earned, and tragically sometimes, it is revoked. It puzzles me sometimes as to who I consider part of my family. Heck, if they were all together, it'd be just a random group of people stuffed into a room somewhere. Half of them don't know more than a couple of the rest there. Maybe they've heard about the other and they start talking, a little awkwardly probably, but to me, they are all my family, even if they aren't family to eachother.

So, I will see part of my family this weekend... and I have been longing for that for a long time.