October 11, 2011
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Day 28 Buffet
Sitting in a Chinese buffet restaurant. That is when it happened. When between sauce covered broccoli and fortune cookies I stepped back from the table talk around me and realized it. I had the family I always wanted.
When you grow up, you have this idea in your head—the idea of the perfect family. I thought I’d met them when I was eight, but then I spent the night at their house and we had to go to bed at 7:00pm. That was NOT the perfect family. In fact, the more I got to know other families, the more I realized mine wasn’t as bad as I thought.
And then I became an adult. I grew up and left home. Fortunately, I don’t seem to leave permanently and I keep coming back, so a Chinese buffet it was. We have issues. We have problems—I actually wrote a letter to my first boyfriend telling him to run away, very, very fast. But we are a family and we love each other.
And sitting there together, not caring about if we laugh too loud or eat too many noodles, I knew those people would always be there for me, and I for them. And if I could choose anyone, it would be them. And bonus points for being fun, too. I really like those people.
