to be a part of a family
It is loud, rambunctious and busy. my days and space are crowded out by the needs of others. alone time is hard to find and even harder to keep. There are appointments and dinners, scheduled conversations with grandparents, and long dynamic conversations. There is always some one who is having an off day. Tears are a regular. we are all processing something - for most of us it is grief of some sort. we are burying, or trying not to bury, significant experiences, important people, and the identities we have accumulated over the past few months or years. but we are doing it together. The "we" began anew in the crowded Frankfurt airport. After 4 hours of frantically searching (or not so frantically waiting to be found on my part) my family reunited with tears and hugs, accusations and laughter one month ago to the day. we had our whirlwind adventure in Europe. 2 1/2 weeks of to see bits of Germany, France, Switzerland, all of Lichtenstein, some of Au...