Okay, right off the bat, to clarify: ‘mom aspersions’ translates to ‘yo mama jokes’. Sorry for any confusion caused by that little comment.(See? This sort of thing is exactly WHY I’m doing this in the first place.) Let the record show that I love my mom to death. She is the sweetest woman I know and has done so much for me throughout the eighteen years I’ve called life. I’ve missed her so much as she’s been home while I’m here at college.

I’ve missed my whole family, to be honest. I’ve missed my mom and spending some momma’s boy time with her. I’ve missed my dad and his quippy humor. I’ve even missed my little sister ( that sibling rivalry thing is really all for show, you know) and I’ve really, really missed my dog (who is much, much harder to contact via technology because he never has his phone on). I’ve really missed family meals.

Really missed those…

Fortunately, my school is closing up shop for break at the end of this week, and so I’ll have an entire month to spend with my wacky family, with will be fan-freaking-tastic. However, I’m anticipating another problem to occur, which has popped up during the shorter breaks.

I’m going to miss my second family.

Because despite what has been said about writers and their antisocial idiosyncracies (for a very entertaining reading on such, check out http://terribleminds.com/ramble/2010/10/12/beware-of-writer/ . BEWARE OF EXPLICIT LANGUAGE) I have actually managed to have a social life. Yes, yes, I know, it’s crazy, but I have actually managed to make friends! Really good friends! Such good friends that I’ve missed being with them over breaks! And these breaks have been short ones, I can’t imagine what a month is going to be like.

Because I really, really love my friends here. They are my second family, after all, and isn’t a family supposed to love each other unconditionally?

Essentially, I’m torn between two families all the time, which, as problems go, is a really awesome problem to suffer from. So I’m grateful… I think.

Hopefully, it won’t be too bad. The blessing is that my friends, UNlike my dog, will actually return my text messages. I guess I can survive.

Of course, this is all assuming I can get through Finals Week… oh boy.