Families

I spent some time with my family this week and I was once again reminded of how annoying they are and at the same time how much I love them and vice versa.

It’s sad that I had to get married and be away from them before I realized how loved I was at home.

It’s also somehow ironic how the more I spend time with my family the more I realize that they don’t know me very well. I am always going to be “odd” even in my family. Ruy knows me much better than my family does. Is that normal?

The way I act, the way I speak, the way I think, the songs I listen to and the food I eat are all considered “weird” by my family. I think that’s weird.