i've talked about my family and living away from them before. in case you're new around here, i grew up in north carolina, far far away from any extended family. i moved to utah (with my family) for college. they left (half way through my freshman year) and i stayed. here i am all these years later living far far away from my family. i actually live closer to some of my extended family now than my immediate family. it is hard, but it is also very normal for me. aside from a few semesters of my sisters living in utah for parts of college, i've spent my whole adult life away from family. i wish things were different. i wish i lived close to my family.
i spent last week in california with both of my sisters. i love being with my family more than anything. my sister has a newborn baby so the trip was very low key. we spent most of the time at the house holding the baby, playing with the kids, and helping around the house. it was the perfect trip!
saying goodbye is always the worst. i start dreading the goodbye well before it's time to leave. that dread was especially bad this time. when we were all single, we got together with all of our family at least a couple of times a year, but now that my sisters are both married, it's a lot harder. we don't see each other nearly as often as we would like, and we don't have a plan for the next time we'll be together. i think that's the part that makes me the saddest. i hope to go back to california this summer, but my other sister/brothers/parents won't be there.
on a daily basis living far away from family is the norm. yes it's hard, but it is all i have ever known. but, when it's time to say goodbye, there is nothing normal about it. it's so very sad and hard. airport goodbyes cause the worst ugly cry tears, and this time was no exception.