I visited El Paso during the Labor Day weekend. Best decision ever. I normally don’t make the travel during that time, but lately I’ve been extremely homesick, and after a long summer of work (and work only), I needed time to recuperate with my family.
We ate lots of food, especially my favorites (thanks mom!), went shopping, talked immensely, laughed a ton, and cooked outside. I also had a chance to individually hang out with my mom and dad, and did things a normal mother&daughter / father & daughter would do. Every moment was like a chocolate dipped strawberry in heaven, it was that good. Although going home has always excited me, I’ve been even more anxious about seeing my family since I started living in Dallas. Perhaps, it’s the longer distance that makes the heart grow fonder. What I think, however, is that as I grow older and have become physically independent for over 5 years, the family love grew even stronger in me. It’s like the longer I am away from them, the more I want to be with them. Make sense?
There were lots of happy faces and moments that I couldn’t forget from this trip. Being loved by the family is the best thing a person could ever wish for; mine is completely flooded by it. When the moment to say “goodbye” hit us yet again, at the usual airport…the usual spot, it gave me a great sadness, even more sadness than ever before. It’s the thought of “Oh gosh, wait until the end of November?” and the realization that the next time I walk into the door, I’m all by myself again. Though, being alone is a fun challenge and an experience I’d never think to let go, it makes me realize what’s important to me in life. I’m glad I had an enlightening moment with hopes to see achieved, having family close to me…physically. :)
Oh El Paso, though you are a mighty desert, you are still greatly missed by me.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Comments are ALWAYS welcome! :)