Family: my parents, Caralyn
In the past five years, my visits to family have been pretty infrequent, probably four times a year. It's sad when you think about it because for 17 years of my life, I was there everyday. I don't think I realized when I went to Clemson that, starting that fall, my visits home would really be just that: visits.
As the years have passed, I've become more attached to these visits. I firmly believe in at least three visits a year: a winter holiday, a summer vacation and a random visit. How else can I play a competitive round of Balderdash or compare wines or watch my father play guitar or see all of Cari's progress or help my mom with her hair? I love my visits home.
It's going to be a good stop. One of those long visits where we stay for a full week. My mother is so excited that she's taken off work for the whole week. She wants to take us to the beach, to get seafood and to Disney. I don't know if we'll have time for everything, but her excitement is too contagious for me to even care.
The next time I see my family, it will be Christmastime. I've got to make this trip full of Winter Springs things like Jeremiah's Italian Ice, attending my family's church, eating Tijuana Flats, walking Michelle's dog, visiting my grandparents three streets away, making mixed drinks with Caralyn, playing Wii Sports Resort like it's the Olympics, playing cards, playing board games, eating yummy food grilled by my dad, making a mess of my old room and running my old high school route. Three cheers for being home!
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