In such a crazy and hectic life, I can hardly catch my step, I am sure that this is how it goes for all of us. Yet, I wonder if some even care. Reuniting with my beautiful family brought me to a new realization. None of them truly know me. Even those who have lived with me for these last 17 years. It is almost hilarious to think that this is even possible. When contemplating over these thoughts, I didn't know whether this was because they didn't want to know the real me or if they just believed I was a sweet teenager that dreams of finding the perfect mate, wedding and for the time being getting the perfect tan. This, even though it sounds "wonderful" brings no joy to me. I find you uncover things when you do not look for them. Yes, I'd love to be in love and have the sound of pitter patter of little feet on the hardwood floor. Just not right now.
They don't know I dream of the ocean and miss the sound of rain on the roof. They don't have a clue that I crave Classic books, M. Night Shayamalan movies and Imogen Heap music. They are unaware of how much I hate this little town I live in, but stay for the them. They don't even know how much I LOVE them even though they don't know these things. Ironic.
