Finally, last night, I cried like a river. As these things happen, I didn't quite know from where it came, but I was expecting it. I even pointed out to my family that this was it again: loser kristen whining about her loser life and the sins of childhood to the people who were around for the ride.
Looking at the photo albums was something new we did this year. The 80's were not good to me.
I feel so non-me with my family, but this is all necessary and good. I think I've been told I'm beautiful and special about fifty times this trip (well, prolly more like 30).