thanksgiving break

When you’re a student, going home is almost monumental.  you wait a month or two before being able to return to the comfort of somewhere you can really call yours.  for me, going home is like a deep breath out.  like being able to crawl into a queen sized pillow top bed with a down comforter and fireplace burning off to the side after staying up for over 24 hours. 

these days though, family life is not so awesome for, well, a lot of people.  if we look at the stats for divorce rates, on top of other issues like teen pregnancies, single parent homes, etc. we can see why that is. 1 of 2 marriages will end in divorce; 50% of couples that vow to love each other for forever and start families and buy houses will decide it’s not worth the effort to say together. 

problems upon problems await people at their front doors, but i don’t feel that this is enough to keep them from not wanting to go home; well at least not in my case.  no matter what i know i’m going to have to deal with once i arrive, i still always sprint away from campus – fleeing to my hometown.  are we okay with dealing with problems because it is what we have always known?  is life really life without struggle?  could we constitute our daily happenings as true life if there were no obstacles, no heartaches, no pain?  have humans ever existed with pure harmony in their life?  i do not believe it is possible to escape the fact that we, as human beings, will experience struggle.  this is because we coexist with other people, obviously i know, and our lives are all interdependent.  one cannot thrive without a community of others; look at the commercial world, for example, supply and demand.  one cannot sell if someone else doesn’t want to buy, and vice versa.  but, it is also this coexistence that makes it possible to overcome struggle.  when it comes down to it, other people, especially family, are all we have.  this is what keeps my love for home alive, the fact that i can go home.  if it means having to deal with family problems and acting older than my age and being a counselor, then so be it; because i’d rather do that then not go home at all.

we are nothing but for those who held our hand through our trials; our failures and our triumphs.