I love my husband’s family.
However, gatherings with them has become a melancholy affair for me personally. Spending time with them reminds me that it has been over a year and a half since I’ve seen the majority of my own family.
This worries me a lot.
I fear that I’m inadvertently following in my mother’s footsteps.
My mom is natively from South Korea. She moved to the United States after marrying my dad, who was in the army at the time.
Because of a variety of issues, it was around ten years before my mom was able to visit her family again.
I know there’s not an ocean between me and my family.
It only feels that way.