When I was in high school, Summer meant 3 months of doing whatever I wanted, going to the beach, helping my parents and my grandma, doing projects of all kinds and things I didn’t have time to do while having classes.
When I went to college, Summer meant 2 months of relaxing, going back home to spend that time with my parents, grandma and sister and just doing whatever I wanted. I had the time.
The year after I finished college I met my boyfriend. Summer since then was 1 month divided in two, because our families live in opposite sides of the country.
This year, 6 years later, Summer means doing whatever you can do in the least amount of time possible. We just came back today from 6 days at my parents and we’re spending the same amount of days at my mother in law’s for my brother in law’s wedding in the beginning of September.
It’s not that we didn’t know it would eventually be doing things like this – I mean, who can take 2 months or even a full month of vacation these days? – but it is hard.
We managed to go to the beach twice, have a family dinner with my brother, sister in law and nieces, watch three movies, go to the movie theater and watch another one, work out every day and just spending quality time with my parents and grandma.
But it always seems like we don’t have enough time.
Today it happened to me the exact same feeling that took me down the last time I was in the States visiting my sister and brother in law. I couldn’t breathe, only wanted to cry because I was leaving and didn’t know when I would see them again. Exaggeration? Maybe, but that’s how I feel.
It helps a lot to be able to always stay in touch but we’re a very close family and it’s hard. Is it just me that feels that way after visiting parents or close family? Don’t think so.
It’s so good to be loved. =)