Life in 3D

Family has never been one of my stronger suits; not because we never got along, but for many other different things.  I’m crappy at keeping in touch and, unlike the rest of the world, seem to be okay with the fact that I don’t get to see them all that often.  I don’t know if that makes me a bad son, but I know it’s got to get annoying.  Worse fact is I hardly talk to mt extended family, and I know that can’t mean I’m scoring any brownine points from them.  There are exceptions to these issues, but like all things they come few and far between…

Recently, I’ve found myself missing these conversations.  I’ve never really had that feeling before.  I can’t tell if it is simply a feeling of homesickness 6 years in the running or simply looking for something else to anchor onto.  Thing is, none of these talks have ever been deep, most have just been about daily life or the newest movie.  Yet, all were memorable and meaningful on one level or another…

if all you need is love, does that mean all we can eat is valentines candy?