This weekend I went upstate with a friend to visit her family and celebrate the accomplishments of her younger brother. It was so generous of them to allow me to become an honorary member of the family for a few days. Watching them interact made me realize how, at the heart of everything, all families are the same. They're made up of the jokesters, the quiet ones and the ones that always want to pay for everything. There is always drama and heartache but there is always love.
Being with her family made me deeply miss my own. People move to New York to pursue their dreams and find themselves. And I am certainly doing that. I just hope that it all pays off. That when I look back, I will feel like it was the right decision and not mourn the lost time with my family.
As my parents get older, I know I should be soaking up every precious moment with them. Can I really do that from thousands of miles away?
This weekend, it really hit me just how important family is. That no matter what happens between mother and father, father and daughter, brother and sister, working towards forgiveness, love and joy is absolutely necessary. Because at the end of the day, sometimes family is all that we have. And all that really matters.
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