#27 | Back in Berkeley
It’s good to be back. There’s something about being away from home, alone from people I’ve known my whole life, away from my childhood, that is enticing.
I miss my parents. I enjoy every moment of the time I have with them. No matter how maddening or saddening or anything else it may seem at times, I reflect positively upon my time with them, every time. One of the toughest things I have to cope with is that my time with them is limited. I have spent over half my current life with them, and it’s likely I won’t spend much more of my life with them, no matter how hard I try. If I move up north to SF, move to Chicago to be close to my sister, or move to NY to do my own thing, the majority of the time I have and will ever spend with my parents will elapse.
And so that’s why I take everything I can. I love every moment I can have with them, because they are the biggest supporters in my life. No matter their flaws, no matter their shortcomings, no matter how much better they’ve treated me than they have my sister, I love them. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to communicate that to them, but I’d love for them to know how much they mean to me.
So tonight (and always), I’m thankful for my parents and my family. Going home means that I’ll be with people who always support me and love me. They don’t see all the self-doubt and internal struggles I have with myself, but they see me for who I am, and they see my potential to be the best person I can be.
So thank you Amma and Baba. I love you both.

