I think the thing that I struggle with most as someone who lives away from my extended family is missing out on the things that they do.
You know, family stuff.
I often feel bad when I can’t make it to things and because I internalize everything, it becomes a much bigger deal than it should be.
Moving a lot has taught me a few things, though. You have your family that you are born into, yes, but then you also have the family that you choose- the family that you create. It’s hard to find friends when you move a lot… or maybe it isn’t and I just make it hard- I haven’t quite figured that one out yet.
Now that we’re home and back around our circle of friends, we have our little family… and we have some very amazing friends. People that my children will come to know as family.
People that we can BBQ with. Go to the beach with. Go to the park with. Have random get-togethers with.
I can’t always visit my family. Whether it’s because of money or work schedules or what have you. With the friends that I have here, it’s like my family is just down the street.
The other day when I just randomly stopped by my friend Jill’s house unannounced… and she just let the kids and I here. No “what are you doing here?” No “we’re really busy, now’s not a good time.”
Just an open door.
I love the family we chose. I think we chose really well.