Jun 08 2011
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Back in the land of my birth
Bozeman Family Reunion time again, and so I have made the trek back home to remind myself, yet again, why one can never really go home again. I am reminded of how much my mother’s hovering irks me, how distant (as in the completely opposite of hovering) my dad can be, and how awkward it is to reconnect to friends and siblings. It was so effortless when I was here. I just walked in the door and everything just clicked. Absence make the heart disconnected. However, I know the problem is me- the burdens I carry, the expectations I have make this more difficult than it needs be. I just have to remind myself to take it easy. The old pieces will still fit.
