Family, part 1
In an effort to post more frequently, you will probably notice that my posts might not retain the same introspective thoughts. Bare with me, as developing something deeper isn’t always easy to do often. This weekend was highlighted by two major events: travel and family. My aunts, uncles, cousins, etc have always lived a good distance away. Any memories I’ve retained of family has always comprised really of only my immediate family. In fact, I hadn’t seen any of my relatives since my sister got married, 3 years ago.
But, there was a big celebration on my mom’s side, so it presented an opportunity for us to make a road trip out of it and visit both sides of my family.
Northern California is far more multicultural than its southern counterpart (Orange County or San Diego). Born and raised in San Francisco, my Dad grew up close to the Chinese culture. Though many aspects of the food, language and his upbringing have been long since lost, he will probably always have a big part of his heart in San Francisco. He hasn’t been to the city in years, so he was surprised by all the changes that have transpired. Like a kid in a candy store, my eyes lit up when we ventured the Ferry Building.
If I lived in San Francisco, this would be my paradise. Every Thursday and Saturday, locals come out and showcase their organic produce, cheeses, meats, and flowers. I don’t think the prices were that great of a deal, but it was nice to eliminate the middleman and deal directly with the farmer. The colors and smells were so ripe and rich. I wished I had to cook that evening.
It was really nice to see my family as well. There’s something that’s really comforting about seeing them and how they’ve changed. I’ve never maintained a particularly close relationship with any of my cousins, but with family, it isn’t always necessary. They sort of all seem to embrace me the same, as if no time has passed and as if our lives, new relationships, and physical distance hasn’t mattered. It’s pretty sweet.