BALI!!!
The Indonesian island played host to a truly breathtaking and memory-inscribing experience for a collective group of family and friends over the past few days. One wedding, two united families, and an entourage to celebrate the occasion. Bali 2012 will go down in my books as a true highlight of moments thus far in my life.
Amidst all the celebrations, the fun-spirited late night pool parties, chill-out chit-chats and sight-seeing, there was one thing I observed and reflected upon a lot. The dominant theme of the whole trip: friends. To me, that is. I was amongst friends, both old and new. A major portion of them were indeed a family of their own, albeit my friends nevertheless. As much as I deeply enjoyed it all, it does make me sad that I almost never have this kind of fun with my own family. I only ever experience this... with friends.
It is, by no means, a fault of my family. It is, by no means, an issue of funding a trip abroad. It is merely a flaw in how my bonds are with family. Odd as it seems, I am most 'me' with friends. I do things, discuss things and share about things with friends that I would either rarely or never talk to with family. I am more interactive with some of my closest friend's parents than I do with my own!
If THAT can change for the better, I would be none the happier. However, the level of camaraderie that I may wish for is probably unattainable in this lifetime as I'm nowhere near as close to any of my relatives. I am glad, though, that the closest amongst my friends do know my immediate family...
...and perhaps that may open up opportunities to, at least, get those truly closest to me (by blood) to witness the aspects of my personality that they may not know/understand today.
I should plan a great holiday getaway with my family and close friends sometime soon :)
