Once again, I am home. Florida was everything I hoped for, and nothing that I had worried about. I guess when you've only got five days with your family, there's simply not enough time to argue and make death threats.
There is, however, PLENTY of time for drinking:
When Older Sister #1 and I went to pick up Older Sister #2 at the airport, I was eager and anxious. I hadn't seen Older Sister #2 in FOUR FREAKING YEARS. And when we found her, and I hugged her, after that, I couldn't do anything but stare. She looked the same as always, but at the same time...I didn't recognize her. Was this the woman whose voice I had heard on the phone every week for the past four years? She felt like a stranger.
I think I maybe was over-analyzing a little bit. And anyway, the strangeness wore off after about five minutes, and then it was as though the three of us had never been separated. As Older Sister #2 said, "There is no one you can laugh and acted retarded with as much as your sisters."
And now I am home again, and there's pretty much an entire continent between me and those who know and love me best. But there are some consolations--I love my home. I love my solitude, and when I arrived home, it was as though the silent alone-ness slipped gracefully over me like a sheath of silk. My cats, my bed, my computer, my work, my life--all of it, here, all mine.
There's no one like family, and there's no place like home. It's just a shame when the two aren't in the same place.
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