( I can’t quite remember if I have discussed family in this blog before or not and I’m too lazy to check. Thus, if you don’t want to read on the same topic, feel free to skip. Not that you need my permission not to read or anything. )
The first two definitions of family in the Merriam-Webster dictionary are a) a group of people living under one roof with a common household head and b) a group of people with the same ancestry.
However, family is something so much different to me. It is ever revolving and yet always the same. I can’t help but to think that my definition of family is a result of the dysfunction that exists among my blood relatives. I do not consider all of my blood relatives to be my family, nor are all the people I consider family share my direct or slightly indirect bloodline.
Many people frequently say that we can choose are friends but are stuck with our families and while that is true to an extent I have chosen my family. The choices to include as well as exclude from my personal family has been both greatly joyous and incredibly painful though I love the family that I know have. Family to me is similar to an apartment complex in the sense that some will live there your entire live while other will only live in the building for a few years or a few seasons. I do not think the fact that some may come and go and come again or stay makes them any less a family.
How do you define family?
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