My extended family. It’s either (slightly) conservative older uncles and aunts or its my beautiful, successful, married with children, living in their own houses cousins.

I love them all (and there are many of them). They are good people. But I feel disconnected from their lives. Not only am I one of only two who have moved far, far away from home, but I am also the family black sheep, a little envious and I just don’t share in the highs and lows they all share with one another simply by them all being married and parents and their lives completely orbiting around that.