Over the past almost 8 months Luke and I have grown accustom to sharing our free time with not only each other and our friends, but our families as well. It's become almost like a custody situation in which we are always saying "Okay, now who's weekend is this?". Ha! It's sad, but not. We love our families and we love getting to spend time with them.
Next summer it's just going to be us. We will be who knows where and possibly no closer than 2 hours to the nearest family member. It's such an exciting time, but it's also very stressful and scary. Like I said in an earlier post, we both cried after watching Toy Story 3.... of course with good reason. This was a movie that came out when were still considered kids and it was a pretty big part of our growing up experiences. Today kids have Hannah Montana, Wow Wow Wubzy.... whatever they watch and obsess over, it's like how Toy Story and Rugrats were to us.
It defined our moving into adulthood in such a permanent kind of way. The realization of our childhoods being long gone was this huge wake up call and it definitely caught our attention. I'm sure to some this post will seem silly and somewhat immature, but for two people who are super close to their families and have never known anything but "home" it's hard. Of course all families have their ups and downs and can possibly not always get along, but I feel strongly that I can speak for both Luke and myself in saying that we couldn't do half of what we've done without ours.
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