Oh boy... Christmas time. The time when most people spend ridiculous sums of money to visit folks, or be made to feel derelict in their familial duties for not doing so. I'm with the former, as I live in northern BC and most of my clan is in southern Ontario - it is costing me upwards of $1000 and two days of vacation time to visit... and the only part of it I am looking forward to is the 6 hour drive through a treacherous mountain pass in the middle of the night so I can catch a morning flight down in Prince George.
Am I wrong to dread spending less than two weeks with my family? Or is it that I've spent too much time living alone? I mean, I still love my family... I just suspect that I don't particularly like them very much. Is it wrong to think that? Or is it par for the course and there is truth to the adage "you can never go back home again"?
Am I wrong to dread spending less than two weeks with my family? Or is it that I've spent too much time living alone? I mean, I still love my family... I just suspect that I don't particularly like them very much. Is it wrong to think that? Or is it par for the course and there is truth to the adage "you can never go back home again"?