On Christmas morning, I woke up very early, like a child who is overexcited to go downstairs and see what Santa left under the tree, and left my apartment by 7am to go to the airport. For the first time in a while though, I wasn't going to the airport to jet off to yet another fabulous city. I was going to meet my mom and sister, who were coming to visit me on their first-ever European adventure.
In my excitement mixed with paranoia that my train would be late and my family would arrive before me, I ended up at the Leipzig/Halle Airport way early, which meant I had time to spend €7 on a tiny breakfast from Marché. And then their flight from Frankfurt was delayed an hour, and I had time to read about 40 pages of a book. All in all, not a bad way to spend a morning, especially when it ends with a happy family reunion.
About a month ago, I wrote A Note on Friendship, in which I gushed about some of the wonderful humans in my life – the family I got to choose. The time that I've spent in Germany is as long as I've ever spent away from my family, and I sort of forgot how nice it was to have them around (in the name of transparency though, I was very much ready to have my space and my schedule back when it came time for them to leave... then cried at the airport when I had to say goodbye). My family is loud, sometimes overbearing, often dramatic, and occasionally judgmental. My sister and I argue almost more than we get along, but at the end of the day, I wouldn't want to change anything about either one of us. I think my mother and I get along better when we're not living together, but having her in my daily life for a little while was really nice.
So cheers to my family – the friends you don't get to choose.
p.s. If you think this was short, just wait for the next few weeks, in which I will probably not be posting (again, sorry). I'm full speed ahead with the end of the semester here in Germany, and already don't know if I'll have time to sleep for the next month.