I'm a family and friends person, I absolutely love my parents and grandparents and sisters and brothers and aunts and uncles and friends. When I got married, the list of people I love just doubled. I remember the first few days, I used to fall asleep randomly, wake up and dial my mother's number and talk to her. Slowly, I developed a schedule. I would call her around my 11 AM - Her 9.30 PM and again in the evening - her early morning and whether I had very little to tell her or nothing to tell her at all,I'd talk to her for almost an hour. It was as if she was with me.
I'd call my other set of parents during the day around the same time and repeat all the information to them as well. I'd discuss recipes with my mother in law or tease my father in law (no joke, I did. I told you I married into a fun family). I'd developed a sort of schedule of talking to people. I learned a weird thing, distances really don't matter. Half way across the world and I was still yearning the company of familiar faces. It wasn't as much homesickness, I've lived away before. I was going about my normal schedule, I was heading out, enjoying my hobbies and living in up. There would be a one off day, where the cold outside would get to me, it would get all bleak and I'd wonder how far away I am. In times like those, I looked at the one familiar face that was sitting in front of me, explaining - tractive effort, or explaining some physics thingy. The idea of who family is really begins to sink in when you realise that the person you're living with is essentially completely different from you, a stranger; one you hadn't known for a very long time. Families are weird, they are not essentially blood, they are not legal paperwork, they are not people on your will, families are not people you share an internet plan with. They are just them, kind souls who've accepted you. They have no reason to be involved with you and yet they are deeply invested in you. In your comforts and your life.