I spent the entire summer with my whole family. My brother came home from Alabama, my sister finished school and was working in Mississauga, my dad came home on weekends, and my mum was jumping back between US and Canada. But all in all, we were all back. It’s probably been about 8 years?

After spending time with my family, I realized how much I’ve been keeping in. My ‘happy face’ was really a mask of my evil one. MUHAHAHAHA. just kidding. Well, I definitely became more of myself – and i saw some things that weren’t pretty. My patience waned with family and I became easily frustrated. I wonder if thats who I really am.

I realize now that without family, you forget to care. Being at university on my own meant minding my own business. It made me selfish and when I came home, I only cared about my own wellbeing. So helping my family made me frustrated because I never got anything out of it. But maybe thats not the point.

I guess I need a lot of work…