I do miss my parents and siblings though. Ten years ago, I never thought I would be saying that I miss my family. Of course I have always loved my Mom and Dad and brothers and sister. They have always loved me too. Living under the same roof makes such feelings hard to recognize in family. Waking up and seeing the same people everyday allows us the chance to take them for granted. They are always around and we assume it will always be this way. Being so naive justifies annoying our family members and showing sides of ourselves we would rarely expose to others. We are free to be free. We can be as kind, nasty, understanding, quiet, abnoxious, flexible or as difficult as we wish.
There is a shift that happens as we grow up. We leave home and build our own lives. We see that the world is full of millions of people. For every sweet soul, there is an idiot around the corner. We realize that friends are fickle and distance seeps into even the strongest of friendships. Intentions to get together rarely turn into actual meetings. We leave messages rather than talk in person and eat meals from wrappers rather than a plate while sitting at the dinner table. Life gets busier as we get older. Gradually, as all of these things come to light we mature, we look to the those who have always been there.
We don't get to choose our families. If we end up with a top notch bunch, (as I did) it's a reason to say hallelujah and to give each person in your bunch a hug.