Love Life, Hate Kittens

My last vacation was in Seattle with the boy’s family. It’s a bit of a tradition now since we’ve done it a couple years in a row. Yes. I know I’ve been to Vegas a couple times since then but when is Vegas considered a vacation. And it’s not like I remember it clearly anyway :-/

Some of it feels strangely adult. You know, the whole traveling to the pseudo in laws for the holidays. The weight of it. That you have another family now. Some other family that you can depend on. Yet, some part of me will always feel out of place. Like I’m on the wrong set of an ABC Family sitcom.That I’ll never quite get over…not depending on people and willing to accept.. things. gifts. help.

That somehow I take a strange satisfaction knowing that I’ve always taken care of myself and always can. Sure, one man wolf pack can apply here.

The stark reality is, I’m lucky to have a family. A oddly disjointed family that I love very much and a new perfect family that accepts who I am and takes me in as their own. Remember how I would always go on and on about how we never celebrate holidays and Christmas was met with Pizza Hut? They do everything. They bake turkeys, cookies. Talk.

It’s everything I ever wanted out of life. and all I ever wanted was… everything.

PS. Oh, the picture itself. Is self explanatory.