Family is Good.

I woke up today missing my cousins, my aunt, and all of the relatives who stayed at my house for the past two and a half weeks. Although the time that they've spent here seemed short and fleeting, it was more than enough for me. The taste of a big family and unity was something I always craved for. Now that it's all over, I am extremely grateful to know that I am so blessed with good people in my life. As the oldest child, the concept of sharing, loving, and being expressive about my feelings were and still is, kind of strange to me. I, despite being a pretty artsy person, enjoy facts, data, and logic. I like things that are tangible, easily documented, and for the most part, visual. However, being around my family made me feel something different. It gave me peace in a time filled with chaos and questions. Something about having people who truly, madly, deeply love and care for you just warms my heart at the end of each and every tiring day. I guess you can imagine how scary it was for me to wake up this morning and to realize that it's going to be a good three to four years before I get to see all of their beautiful faces again. The thought was petrifying. A day is a long time. A month is a long time. Three to four years? That's like a century in my book.

What I did take away from this whole experience is that family matter. Family sees you sometime more than you see yourself. Family is good and that you should never ever take the time you have with them for granted.