I’ve been trying to make sure I keep in touch with both sides of my family. I’ve never seen much of my dad’s family. We see each other at Christmas and maybe once each summer.
I grew up in Hong Kong (ex pat) and have lived in Cambridge for university and London for the rest of my life. Work in the city. Travel a lot.
Drove up to Lancashire to go to a Christmas party at an uncle’s house. I could not have felt more out of place, despite being closely related. They genuinely treat me like I am an alien, despite being welcoming etc. They drink beer or neat smart price gin. They made an effort to buy some £4 wine for me. The football was on the tv and most of the conversation was related to work complaints of having to work 35 hours a week… I add this, because our lives and experiences are so so different we genuinely have nothing in common other than sharing ancestors.