I just caught up with my family in Greece. I hadn't seen them in over a year, and it was wonderful to spend time with them. Small things, like being able to see their facial expressions as they related anecdotes, or giving them a spontaneous kiss, were priceless.
Being Greek means family ties are super strong. Whether you like it or not, you can't get away from family, no matter how far you travel. They love you no matter what they say, or what you do. They are always thinking about you, and worrying, even if you break their hearts.
It's made me really think about what's important. I am so lucky to have the family I do. Despite their idiosyncrasies and biases, I adore them. And I know that they cherish me. At the end of the day I know they will always be there for me, no matter what happens. And I don't want to be too far away from them, not for too long. Phone and email contact are just no replacement for hugging my Dad, or leaning my head on my Mum's shoulder. Something tells me this coming Christmas at home is going to be a special one...
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