Felling nostalgic for my home town after spending a few days over the holiday made me really think about my family and what family means to me.
I am the person I am because of my mother and my extended family.
I was raised by an eclectic band of incredible creative people.
People who surrounded me while I grew up and who are still in my life to this day.
I was encouraged to be my own person and to make my own path in life.
I was raised by a single mother and abandoned by my father as baby.
My mother’s family lived (and still does lives) on the East Coast.
My father’s family, aside from two people made me feel like a ghost my whole life.
Never good enough or just not quite there at all.
Sometimes its just a few people that make your life special and maybe allot of the time they are not even related to you.
I am grateful for the small family I do have.
For having the most wonderful grandfather for the time he was here on earth.
And to my Sean and wonderful pets for making me smile most of the day everyday.
This year I am going to make sure the people in my life I appreciate all know how much I love them.
That’s all for now.
I hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas. I am looking forward to a new year.
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