My People
I would love to be writing about how great my weekend was with my mom. But it wasn’t great, it
was amazing. It was amazing to have her put her arms around me. It was amazing to sit across the table from her and share a meal that we had spent the afternoon cooking together. It was amazing to go shopping and have her there to get me another size when I was in the dressing room. So many things that I had once taken for granted are now priceless encounters. I had no idea how much I had begun to miss my family.
I have never been so happy to be a tour guide. I feel like we spent the whole weekend in the car trying to see as much as possible. I had so many places to show them, and things to share with them. My life up here is pretty boring, but they loved learning about it as much as I loved showing it to them. We cooked… a lot. We tried restaurants that none of us had eaten at before. We went to the mall for no reason in particular. We took my dogs for a long walk in freezing temperatures just because my mom wanted to experience every detail of my new life. We made a special trip to buy eggs at a Meijer just because they don’t have those down in Georgia. As luck would have it, they even got to experience a little Michigan snow storm. To an outsider our weekend was pretty lame. But to me, it was an unforgettable few days.
This weekend has made me realize that my new life is coming at a pretty high price. I am giving up valuable time with my family for the opportunity to have a new career. And I have to admit that the realization is hard to digest. Nobody’s family is perfect. Mine is no exception. But they are “my people”. And all of a sudden it hurts like hell to be so far away from them.
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