Family

I'm spending a month in Virginia, much to my boss's chagrin. Should I even annoy a man who handles a gin bottle like he'd handle a baseball bat? Oh, well enough musing about my boss; I promised to not think about what I left behind until I had to. I'm here with my family, watching someone else raise a baby, cook, clean, laugh, and kiss. I took a moment of self-pity when I realized I was watching someone else and talked to my cousin. She said it's okay to be jealous of someone as long as you want to have the same joy as them, instead of wanting to take it from them. She gave me this example of watching entranced as her boyfriend's parents stuck their tongues out at each other, kissed, grabbed each other's asses, and passed beers. As much as  it was awkward for her boyfriend, Ray would trade her family's excuse me's, and seperate room habits for one hour of immaturity. They both feel out of place in each other's homes so I wondered who would be out of place with us in Virginia. Then my aunt got mad with me feeling like I was in someone else's home and I made icecream and in all the laughter I stopped feeling like someone else and more just like me.