Every time Joe's brother comes home from college, I am reminded that I miss having a family. You know, the kind you live with 24/7 that you spend a lot of time ignoring. Trust me though, get far enough removed from it and you'll realize that a big part of your life is missing. I miss reminiscing with people who actually share some of my memories. Laughing and talking about the kinds of things you can only talk about with family.
Even more than just blood relatives. I miss the summer of 2001, when Angela lived with us and we stayed up till all hours playing Snood, chatting on AIM, listening to Moxy Fruvous and Bloodhound Gang, talking about boyfriends, sex, life and everything. I miss countless nights on campus, playing Euchre in the penthouse, going to Denny's or ordering PWAT. I miss hanging out on Locke's couch talking about whatever came to mind.
I love living by myself. But sometimes it can be really lonely.