Urban Family
"Jess, we're at T-minus 59 minutes until Grey's Anatomy starts," I announced. I was flopped on one couch skimming through Tyler Florence's latest cookbook. Paul was on the other couch reading his Theater History for class the next day. Tonia was sitting at the counter stirring the red velvet cake mix and greasing cupcake pans. Jess and Drew were in the kitchen throwing ingredients into the wok for stir-fry.
There is something so beautiful and comforting about the group of friends that becomes your family. As we get older, many of us become a bit disenchanted with our own families. Not that we don't love them, but sometimes they just don't get us. So we come to depend on our friends for emotional support and day-to-day company. Spending time with these people is invaluable, and I know that I am creating some of the best memories of my life.
Sunday, for example. Jess and I were dying to watch the new episode of Grey's Anatomy, which is quickly becoming the show to watch among the young and hip. The others had never seen it, but no one was in the mood to sit around their apartments alone, and we're close enough to all just be able to hang out and do our own thing without feeling the need to entertain each other.
Dinner was finished just in time for the show to come on. Jess and I sat next to each other on the couch, clutching hands and squealing each time the show hit an emotional high point - which is about every five minutes. Drew cleaned up the kitchen, Paul watched with us (getting himself hooked in the process), and Tonia concentrated on icing.
About halfway throught the show, a plate with an arm attached descended down between us from behind the couch.
"Cupcake?" she offered. They were still warm, and the icing was melting down the side. Suffice it to say that I was in heaven.
The goal of becoming an adult is to make a family of your own. I couldn't be happier with mine, even if it is not the traditional family unit that many others in their late 20's are in the process of spawning. Maybe my generation is starting a new tradition - and I'll be happy to pioneer that. Especially since this new family unit includes addictive TV and warm cupcakes.
There is something so beautiful and comforting about the group of friends that becomes your family. As we get older, many of us become a bit disenchanted with our own families. Not that we don't love them, but sometimes they just don't get us. So we come to depend on our friends for emotional support and day-to-day company. Spending time with these people is invaluable, and I know that I am creating some of the best memories of my life.
Sunday, for example. Jess and I were dying to watch the new episode of Grey's Anatomy, which is quickly becoming the show to watch among the young and hip. The others had never seen it, but no one was in the mood to sit around their apartments alone, and we're close enough to all just be able to hang out and do our own thing without feeling the need to entertain each other.
Dinner was finished just in time for the show to come on. Jess and I sat next to each other on the couch, clutching hands and squealing each time the show hit an emotional high point - which is about every five minutes. Drew cleaned up the kitchen, Paul watched with us (getting himself hooked in the process), and Tonia concentrated on icing.
About halfway throught the show, a plate with an arm attached descended down between us from behind the couch.
"Cupcake?" she offered. They were still warm, and the icing was melting down the side. Suffice it to say that I was in heaven.
The goal of becoming an adult is to make a family of your own. I couldn't be happier with mine, even if it is not the traditional family unit that many others in their late 20's are in the process of spawning. Maybe my generation is starting a new tradition - and I'll be happy to pioneer that. Especially since this new family unit includes addictive TV and warm cupcakes.
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