And I didn’t have anything to drink! Just the whirlwind of vacation that leaves one needing a vacation…
Being around so much family made me want so much to bring it back with me somehow. I am getting to know some people in my new area but my level of community is nothing like when we visit my husband’s family and I am surrounded by loving people that know me and accept me.
I always wanted that as a child. My parents love me, I know that, but my family is a bit stand-off-ish, and there aren’t many of them (on my Dad’s side, that is, which is the only side I ever hung around with due to geographical proximity.) As a child I didn’t even eat dinner with my parents, who preferred to pretend they were European and eat at 10 p.m., and I was an only child until I was 13. So it was meal after meal alone. You would think I didn’t know what I was missing, but I jonesed so hard for a big gathering.
Now I’ve got my own family of six to gather around the table, when schedules permit. But Thanksgiving, with 30 plus people, is a dream come true. Some part of my soul just gobbles it up like a starving wolf.
We need connections in this world. I always come back to that. I get inside my own head, I philosophize, I spend time with my nuclear family, I put out tendrils into cyberspace and into the folks who live in my area. All this is satisfying. But there is also a real need to be in a realtime space and see an extended group of faces where you belong, unconditionally. A tribe, so to speak.
You can live without it. I did for most of my life. I feel so blessed that now the very intimate and personal connection that my husband and I have has led to so many other important relationships that feed my soul: a blossoming of our nuclear family, time and resources to develop cyber companions as well as maintain connections with my childhood nuclear family who are all far away now, a new group of friends in a new town, as well as the huge extended family I always wanted.
Thanksgiving is over but there is still so much to be grateful for…