It's only after you move out of your house you realise that family or for that matter home is never a place, it's a feeling.
Somewhere we women are conditioned to believe that one day we will leave our parents and eventually move out. It's a plain simple reality, albeit a harsh one.
When I see a picture of my folks and my sister, who happens to be the best sister one could ask for, I realise how we failed to capture so many moments we spent together and freeze and frame them. Why didn't we realise that this particular time will not ever come back?! Why do we hardly have any pictures especially when we were 'growing up'?!! Unless you count those family holiday, wedding pictures which are posed and embarrassing. I think the people with whom we share those nameless moments, those insane joys and those heart wrenching sorrows they become our family. They will always be our go-to persons, no matter how far we have to go for them.
It also dawns upon me, good that we didn't have phones, leave alone having phones with cameras with infinite memory. It's good because we lived those times and not simply caged it in a megabyte format.
Grand Canyon National Park