Missing a Part of Me

I’m on my way home from another great visit with my cousins who reside in BC. I have to tell you that every time I leave I feel like I’m leaving a part of me there.

I had the pleasure of reacquainting myself with some older cousins when I was 24 and ever since then we’ve been inseparable. We were all at a family member’s funeral and I had the unfortunate task of organizing the whole thing. Luckily the cousins from BC came down to help out as much as they could. After what felt like our first introduction we were in very tight quarters on very little sleep. This led to many late night conversations of not only getting to know each other but also understanding each other. We continued to do this for 7 days and as the days carried on and our ‘to do’ lists got shorter we knew we were fast approaching the funeral and our time together would soon be coming to an end.

Ever since then I go to BC about 2-3 times a year and we always have such a blast. We try to do as much as we possibly can in the short time that I am there visiting, I just love the family atmosphere. Despite the time of year that I go down there we somehow find a way for all of us to get together almost every night and have dinner and catch up and just be with each other. I love that!

I don’t have that same connection with my cousins out here which is why I feel very sad when I leave there. I wish that we lived closer together so that I could experience that feeling of closeness every single day of my life. Oh sure, we talk on the phone, email and text but it just isn’t the same as actually being there.

Hence the reason that I feel as though I am leaving a part of me behind when I leave. I know that I can always go there to visit and feel like that any time that I want to, I just wish we were closer together. Driving 8 hours one way is a little daunting but I will do it just to be able to share that same feeling with my cousins out there.