When I went on the North Shore roadtrip, I was gone from Monday to Thursday only leave on a jaunt to my Mom-Mom's from Friday to Sunday. I didn't really see my little siblings or my father during that one night I was home. Both of the visits were very enjoyable and not themselves draining, but the the traveling was, so by Sunday night I was tired out and missing my family dreadfully. I rebounded quite well by drinking coffee every morning with them and sleeping in my own bed. Or so I thought.
Last night I had a nightmare. I dreamt that I was having a conversation with my sister. She told me quite seriously that we were going on another trip to the North Shore because "We didn't get to swim enough on the last one." Dream version of Big Sis also informed me that we would be gone for a full week this time. Dream "me" got a panicked feeling and tried frantically to find a way to express that I was perfectly fine with the amount of swimming that went on and that I did not want to leave again. Honestly, I don't remember what happened next, but that's not really the point of this story. The point is, when I woke up this morning, I didn't laugh at how random the dream was, I laughed at the parallels between how I felt in it and the way I feel in reality.
I don't like leaving my family. I adore my family. I love wedding planning with them while having tea parties. Reading next to my parents while they play their Saturday game of Scrabble. Singing together on the front lawn after supper. Having deck parties. Being with them every day. Of all the things I will do this summer, these are on the top of the To-Do list.