When I was in San Jose, I always hung out with my family. On Saturdays, my sister and I would go out with our mom. On Sundays, my brother and dad would come along too making it a family affair. My friend Minh thought that it was weird that I willingly hung out with my parents... but for me it was the norm. I just figured that once I reached a certain age, hanging with my parents would be cool again. I considered college to be that certain age because it didn't really have the pettiness of high school.
Anyway, I call home yesterday and they were about to leave for their Sunday family gathering (sorta). Dad was dropping the rest of them at the mall while he went to one of his co-workers' birthday party. It was nice hearing them so rambunctious and happy... but it made me kinda homesick. After all, starting yesterday afternoon, I'm flying solo in an unknown, unexplored city. I miss everyone.
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Call home often. It helps you get through the homesickness.
on a lighter note, new episode of Gossip girl on Monday! have you watched the preview of the first 5 minutes?
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