It’s been a while since I’ve written. Maybe it’s because I don’t have anything to say. Or perhaps it’s because I haven’t had time. Or perhaps it’s another reason altogether.
I’m visiting Chicago this week. After months of non-stop work, I finally got a break and wanted nothing more than to visit my family and my dog. Everything is more or less as I left it, as I suppose would be expected. It’s comforting to know that when everything is going crazy, whether good or bad, some things are always there.
This is not to say that I take them for granted. I cherish my family very much, I think mostly because I know them, and they know me. Mom and I were talking today, and I said, “we may not always like each other, but we love each other, and we’ll always be there however we can for each other.”
I know I’m very fortunate that I can say that, which is why I do everything I can to remember that and apply that to all of my relationships. Many people I come in contact with tell me I’m unique and I think that’s where it stems from. My friends are my extended family, and I treat them as such. People I don’t know are potential friends, and therefore potential family. Ergo, my unique attitude towards people and life.
If this isn’t complete rambling, I don’t know what is. Maybe I’ll have something better tomorrow.