So I was just thinking about life. It's funny, you think you have it all figured out, and suddenly it changes. I guess that's all for the better. If I could see the end from the beginning, I'd try to skip the inbetween and jump to the finish line, and there goes the whole point of living. I think what I'm learning is that I really have no clue. My Dad sees his family like once every five years or so; and some of them, never. My life just can't turn out that way. I can't be a stranger to my family. But I guess what I'm learning is that sometimes that's just what happens. Honestly, there are ten of us. There's no way we're all going to live near each other. It's kinda funny, I used to dream of living states away from my family. If it were a reality, I'd be crushed. But I suppose it's the inevitable I never wanted to face. Someday I'll get married and have my own family. My siblings will always be my family, but I suppose there comes a time when we leave our mother and father, right? That's how it all works, I just hadn't ever realized before. Huh, interesting. I probably shouldn't be allowed to think, oh well. Happy Monday!