Lately I have felt so loved by my community here in Athens.
Sometimes it’s hard to be a grown-up in a city so far away from family. Holidays amplify this feeling. Funerals amplify this feeling. Confusion and anxiety about the future amplify this feeling.
But I’ve been blessed with great friends and a church that cares about its people. I live in a city where there’s never a shortage of good food to be eaten or people to catch-up with or sunny days to enjoy.
Sometimes I feel guilty for not simply enjoying every second… for trying to micromanage my days and categorize my every thought. For trying to do too much and actually succeeding too little. At times for being too emotional. Other times for being a robot.
At Easter time, I’m reminded that family will always be family, no matter how far they are. But the concept of family is changing for me, also. Family is not just blood, but it’s those people that you experience life with, cry with, get silly with, worship beside, and create stories with.
I am thankful for you, Family, in all the various forms you manifest yourself.