It´s actually kind of weird, isn´t it? As good as it felt to leave home, it´s an almost joyful ritual to return to see the rest of the funky bunch in their typically fit yet strange form. It´s almost like a gang. Through all your life you will have family besides the one you´re aligned to by genetic code. Blood brothers and the brother of one´s brother-in-law. Posses and paramours. Some will knock politely on your door while others go at you like a bull at a gate. The effect is slightly similar: either way they sure will slip deep inside you and add another colorful dish to your daily menu, even if it´s just for a moment. But you knew that already, haven´t you? Then what about this one here? There is this saying that families are like fudge... mostly sweet with a few nuts. Bon appetite. Yours truly, IRIEDAILY
