Yesterday, I posted about having so many great friends in so
many great places. I referenced the Hawthornes, who I’m currently staying with
on the East Coast. I’m going to retract the statement I said about them be
close friends. They aren’t friends, they are family. After an epically long bus
ride yesterday, Steve picked me up, we grabbed groceries, and jetted to their
house where we were greeted by Melissa and their three kids. There was a
welcome sign on the door and when I walked in the door, each boy, Landon and
Chase, had another welcome sign for me.
Chase immediately cuddled up to me and Landon spent a
considerable amount of the night sharing his ample insight on video games.
Elle, the baby girl, quickly warmed up to me, allowing me to pick her up or
tickle her cute cheeks. Melissa and I were talking about bodily functions
minutes into our reunion and Steve was laughingly rolling his eyes at us.
I was in New Jersey for a year when I was 19 years old. I
met the Hawthornes 3 months into time here. In the 9 months we were in frequent
communication in Jersey, we formed a bond that I know consider wildly similar
to that I have with my family. It’s special and loving and there’s a rare
degree of comfort I feel when I’m in their presence.
From the Hawthonrnes, I’ve learned that familial love is
greater than distance or time apart, and at times, it seeps outside the
bloodline.
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