When I was younger, I had the "joyous" (?) opportunity of sharing a room with my sister.  What made the memories more priceless was the fact that we had bunkbeds.  I of course, being younger and more "lively" was chosen to sleep on the top while my sister got the luxury of the bottom.  Now though I do have memories of falling off the bed (and sleeping through this incident mind you) what I remember most were being able to have converstaions until 11 PM at night.  (When you were little that was late!)

 

The topics discussed always varied.  One night we could be discussing the three hours we had spent that day playing with Barbies or the "hot gossip" in our school life.  But every night, after our stories had ended, without fail (I am serious when I say this) we would tell each other: "Night.  Love you.  Black out.  Ditto."   It was just "our thing" to do when we were saying goodnight to each other. 

 

Over time we shared many more memories together (and still do fortunately).  She was the one teaching me how to use an eyelash curler while I was the one showing her how to plot graphs.  And later when she attempted beauty school, I was often the person she could experiment on.  Though I left with many a burn on my head, it was her I had to thank for all the hairstyles for dances later on. 

 

It amazes me how when you are a child, your siblings are the "worst" people in the world.  You bicker.  You tease.  (You drive your mom crazy...)  But in the end, those feelings go through a total reversal (most of the time anyway) and you are left becoming wonderful friends. 

 

As a child I had a brother that shoved me in the dryer, another that would test my patience and a sister of whom I sometimes wished didn't exist, it seems that it was these "acts of love" that brought us even closer together in the end.  I no longer have the opportunity to see my sister (or brothers) on a regular basis, but nevertheless, we still remain as close as we can.  Family is something you should never lose because of distance, differences or time.  And I hope I never do...

It is very awkward to go home these days.  For those of you who do not know, my parents have sold their house and are in the middle of packing and preparing for the move.  Now I certainly do not experience the "head-on" change associated here as I am no longer fully living at home, but it is amazing how much I have changed since my family last moved.

 

The first family move (that I can remember) was when I was 10 years old.  What was on my mind then?  "Would the kids like me in the new school?"  "Would I make some new friends?"  Afterall, as a youngster, friends and acceptance were the main concerns that consumed my mind.  Yet now, I no longer worry about such "poppycock".  What am I thinking about this move?  "Will my parents be happier than they are now?"  "Is it going to be home where my parents can retire to their wishes?"  Indeed the train of thought has evolved!

 

I can recall similar "evolutions" throughout my own life with this genre.  I am unsure about what you did for your Mother/Father's day, but I certainly know that what I did depended on what stage of my life I was in.  When younger, my father would have to remind us the whole day that it was Mother's day and because of it, we needed to do dishes, clean...etc.  Yet at the stage I am at now, I no longer need that constant reminder, instead I am thinking a few weeks in advance as to what I could do for my mother/father to show appreciation for them on this day!

 

Perhaps I am now at liberty to say that a house is simply a house.  Though a family lives in it, it does not plant the seeds of happiness.  So though a family may move, what matters most is if happiness moves with them.