My dearest nearly 22 y/o girl, who lives 400 miles away, has come home for Christmas!
She got home late last night, about 11.30ish, after I'd gone to bed (her dad was up waiting for her). She couldn't wait til morning to see me so knocked on the bedroom door, came in, got on the bed and lay down next to me and put her head on my shoulder and we chatted for half an hour.
Obviously I loved it!! I love having her here.
But feel so so so so sad and disoriented that I never had anything remotely like this with my own family. I'm grateful she has those feelings towards us, she genuinely seems to want to be around us and was so looking forward to coming "home". I just can't relate to it as I had nothing comparable when I was a YA. Just wanted to leave home, never look back, spend the bare minimum amount of time with my parents. It's sort of revealing to me what I missed out on.