My Family

So, as I sit here, realizing I should probably be cleaning our 1000 square foot apartment, I can't help but think about my family back east. I'm 21, living with my husband on the other side of the country. I have no family out here and am just now starting to make some new friends. No, I'm not feeling sorry for myself, but merely thinking. This is the second time I have moved out of my house that I grew up in. The first? Ah, that was a semester at college 15 minutes down the road. I went home quite often then. I left "home" to make my new "home" with my husband on December 28, 2009. It hasn't been too long, but I still miss my family. My dad came out to visit me for a weekend, but when he left, I realized how homesick I really was. I had a mental breakdown maybe 3 days after my he left. I just couldn't help it.

All of the memories start to flood back. I remember being the ungrateful little teenager who back-talked and hurt my parents. I used to think my dad was "annoying" and was so irritable with my mom. Looking back. I should have never been like that to them. They provided everything for me and spoiled me like I was an only child. I was only like that through my teenage years, but it hurts because those are the years that I can remember most. Of course, I remember the few months before I moved out here with Evan because I was trying to cherish the time and make memories.

Right before I left I remember dad told me he wanted "Everything packed up" whether I was taking it or not. I cried. I packed up my things in boxes, labeling them. Yeah, it's a part of growing up and a part of life, but it's still hard, none-the-less. I remember my brother texting me, from right across the hall, to try and be quiet because he was trying to sleep. I cried then too. I wouldn't be bothering him much longer.

My family and I were close, and still try to be. My dad is a hunter and I have been hunting with him many of times. My brother was an athlete, just like myself, so we shared the same interests. We learned a lot from one another and could always point out mistakes that others were making. My mom was always there for me when it came to relationships. She's the strongest woman I know. Of course, we all hit bumps in the road, but we still cherished our love and put love above all.

I can't wait to go back to Ohio, though. I miss them a lot. I will be going to watch my brother in one of the proudest moments of his life. High School Graduation. I hope I can make it to a track meet or two also.

I love my family.