It’s not that I don’t love my family. I love each and every one of them (more or less) individually. It’s just when they’re all together that it gets a little crazy.
I choose to see this not really as a statement on my family as it is a statement on my own personality. I am an introvert. I gather my strength from spending time alone. This is something I’m actually quite proud of. Self sufficient and all that. Don’t need a man to complete me kind of thing (not that any has ever tried too hard). I like this about myself.
And so, this is why, when Dad and Uncle went on a bike ride; Tia, Uncle, and Sister went shopping; and Grandpa’s, Uncle and Mom went to the warves, I choose to stay home. Alone.
I played on my computer. I watched absorbent amounts of Television, and I didn’t put real clothes on until after lunch. I reveled in having a house, recently full of extra family all to myself. And no matter what they said to me afterward, I didn’t regret it for a moment.
I love my family. But I love my alone time too.
In other news. My little sister graduated from high school today. Congratulations Jojo!!! (Jojo means sister in our not-so-secret language)