Between both of our families, we’ve had out-of-town guests for most of September. I love having a full house. Constant activity and commotion somehow puts me at ease. My house growing up was always the gathering place, which must have instilled my homebody-but-love-being-around-people tendencies.
Although if I really had it my way, we’d all be in Italy with multiple generations living under the same roof. We’d make dinner together every night and drink strong coffee on the piazza in the mornings. I’ve often expressed this to my mom and she agrees. So maybe one day.
I just hope my desire to live in far-away places never interferes too much with my family time. (Isabel moving to Savannah was definitely a step in the right direction.)