Family

No one gets to choose their family. Before you're born you are not asked to choose your parents out of a catalogue. You don't get to Facebook stalk them and check whether or not they are complete psychos or not.

However, I think I was pretty lucky. Yes, they are in fact completely psychotic, but thank goodness for that otherwise I would be lost!

Family is a very important concept to me, especially over birthdays or family holidays. The problem is that I currently live appoxiamately 1600 km away from home and I am starting to miss out on all the family time. So, just incase I'm not jealous enough already, they ensure that they tell me whenever they are doing something super cool and they make sure that they tell me just how AMAZING it really was. None of them ever seems to feel that it would have been better if I had been there...

Well, except for my siblings. Usually siglings come from a completely different planet to ours and they irritate us to the point of insanity. That said, I have pretty awesome siblings! My sister is a couple years younger and my best friend. I would be lost without that child, and next year we shall finally be reunited once more in the beautiful town of Stellenbosch. But that is another story, for another time. My other sibling is a much younger half brother - the perfect recipe for disaster. Except I was given one of those really cool little guys, who is cute and cuddly and actually picks up a pen every once in a while to write and POST me a letter.

POST - that completely foreign concept to most people in our generation. It's that thing where you write (on paper) a letter and then dig in some forgotten draw for an envelope, pray for a stamp to fall out of the sky and then realize you don't know that person's address. When you eventually send the damn letter you have to wait a week (Yes, a full week, if not a month. Welcome to South Africa) for that person to recieve it!!!

Anyway, the point is that I get super excited when I get these letters because it reminds me that my little bro thinks I am THE bees knees and will do nearly anything to keep in contact with me because he actually misses me. And then I burst in to tears because I miss him, and he's cute and I want to go home!!

The point of this little rant is that I find myself at the end of a hectic semester, where karma took a bite out of me at every possible moment, and I am homesick. I have been away from home for long periods of time (boarding school) since the age of six and have never been this homesick.

This is all due to the fact that I really do love my family and would not have chosen a better one for myself. My parents knew what they were doing and made three (including myself) awesome kids! And if given the choice now, I would stick with them.