Going home is always a time of reflection.
Our family is certainly one for talking. We love to discuss and consider and reminisce and share.
I love it. I love hearing about what life was like when my parents were my age (or younger and just at my stage in life, since by my age, they had 3-4 kids).
The house is in the middle of nowhere, so it's a good place to get perspective on life. It's so far removed from the city and the career I focus on every day. It makes those things seem very unimportant in the grand scheme of life.
There, everything is about relationships - with oneself and others. Our talks always lead me to question life and my goals and even what I value. It's good for me to take a macro-view of things from time to time. It helps me stay on track.
I just wish that we could all talk without bitterness and misunderstanding. Is this unrealistic?
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