Happy Monday everyone, and Happy HOLIDAY Monday to all you celebrating Memorial Day!
It is also time to wish a Happy 5th Birthday to my favorite little princess.
She had a wonderful little Barbie themed birthday on the weekend, and was one happy Birthday girl. How couldn’t she be with this awesome cake made be her other Auntie?
And I was happy as these were Gluten Free cupcakes! And man were they delicious.
So, I only have today and tomorrow left on the island before I get back on that dreaded ferry to head to our new home. Clearly, I’m excited and am counting down the seconds. These last few days here have been hard; extremely hard.
I have a family that I wouldn’t trade for the world. I have a great Mother, a brother I’m quite close to, and the greatest cousins, grandparents, and aunt and uncle. However, after being gone for three years, I can’t help but feeling like I “don’t fit in”.
My family is a bit complex, perhaps too complex to ever fully explain on this blog. Some of my best friends don’t understand the elements of my family, so I’ll do my best to make sense! My Mom married her second husband, my step-father, when I was 4. He had two daughters from his previous marriage and my mom had us. They ended up separating when I was a teenager, however after spending most of my life with step-sisters, I still refer to them as my sisters.
I haven’t talked to these girls in years, and when they were at a family dinner this weekend (I’m telling you, complex), I immediately realized how much my family continued to change while I was gone. Everyone had strong relationships with these girls, and I had nothing to say. And me having nothing to say is one rare occasion.
I kept a smile on, spoke at appropriate times, and hugged them goodbye when they left. I then promptly called Chris as I burst into tears. That’s when it clicked; this is my biological family, however this is not my home. This is not my comfort zone. Home is now wherever Chris, Scot, and I lay our heads at night. Home is where I can display my feelings, and be in some sort of control over my life. They say that “home is where the heart is”, and my heart is over in Chilliwack, and it’s about time I caught up to it.
Have you ever felt like you just didn’t fit in somewhere you thought you belonged? Where do you consider home? Big plans for the holiday?