I moved out when I was 17. I quite honestly never realized how badly I would miss my family until recently — at 20. I mean, sure, I’d occasionally get that nagging feeling and wish that I could talk to one of them, but I didn’t really pay attention to it. Now, I’m working full time, going to school, barely keeping up with the normal daily things, and I rarely get to talk to them, ever. Now my sister has a crush, she’s turning 17, starting college in January…and I really wish that I could figure out a way to spend more time with her. I don’t want to miss out on more than I already have.
So, this Thanksgiving is going to be pretty interesting. I’m going to the beach house with Adam and his family. I’ll be by myself on Saturday and Sunday, since I have class on Sunday, then I’ll stay at the beach house from Sunday night to Tuesday afternoon, when I’ll come back for class…then go back to the beach house so that I can have Thanksgiving with them the next day, then drive back to my parents’ the same day for Thanksgiving dinner with me family, and then go back to the beach house again. It’s going to be eventful…and will kill me on gas.
Anyway. Off to wake up Adam.