(Sidenote: 5K #2 training starts tomorrow! Technically it should have started last week, but such is life. Get pumped.)
Today was my last day at my summer job. While I’m more than ready to get back to school (as in, mentally. Physically I’m not ready at all…as in, I have a whole lotta packing to do tomorrow. Bummersauce), it was rough to leave my job today. I truly love the people I work with, and it’s sad to say goodbye. I’ve worked at this place before, and I know how this song and dance goes. While we are each other’s lives from June until August, we tend to fall apart from August to June. We spend so much time together in the summer that during the fall, winter and spring it’s as if we don’t exist to one another. In the summer, we are all that exist to each other. It’s a really weird dynamic, but it works out.
Here’s the thing. There’s always a reunion in December. I’ve found myself in a bit of a dilemma in regards to this reunion. I’m supposed to be on the other side of the country the day of said reunion to visit family.
Don’t get me wrong: I value blood family. Blood family is the one group of people I always am able to count on. But as I’ve grown up, I’ve come to see that my biological family is far from being my only family. I am part of more than one group of people that means everything to me–people “for whom [I] would give my blood.” My summer work family is one of those groups. The time I have with them is very limited. The chance to see a good number of them outside of summer is a rare and special occasion. Of course, the chance to see my blood family that lives on the other side of the country is also a rare and special occasion. Hence my dilemma. My parents have made it crystal clear that my biological family should take precedence over my work family, but the thing is (cue teenage flashback) my parents don’t understand. Neither one of them has a particularly strong relationship with the entire staff at their places of employment like I do. Their coworkers are just that: coworkers. That’s not what my coworkers at my summer job are to me. They are much, much more than that.
Personally, I’d love to work out some sort of compromise here, but my parents don’t seem to be having it. For some reason, they are insistent upon me flying across the country on one particular day (even though there are many other days I could fly out). I’ve got to be honest: this is one of my least favorite parts about being my age. I’m at the point where I’m still dependent upon my parents financially, but in all other realms I’m independent from my parents. Since I’m financially dependent, though, my parents have a lot of control over how my life is run, and as a senior in college, that’s a frustrating position to be in. I’m ready and able to make my own decisions…but I can’t. I would never wish away how wonderful my parents are to me, but it’s times like these where I wish I had a bit more independence.
How do you define family?