Anticipation and Expectation
I’m both looking forward to and dreading this weekend. Three days of family gathering sandwiched between two very long days of travel.
This has been an annual trip for several years now and normally it’s an eight to ten hour drive. Not for me this year. This year I’ve been told I’m going on a detour which will add as much as six hours of travel in a black car without air conditioning. My daughter will be traveling a shorter route with her grandparents and I may not see her until the next day, depending how things go.
I look forward to these trips because it’s a chance to see some family who live on the far side of the country, who I wouldn’t otherwise see. And who I like the chance to catch up with.
I dread these trips because I have to deal with a side of the family where expectations of ‘proper’ behaviour are high and tolerance for any deviation from those expectations is almost non-existent. This is the ‘Christian’ side of my family.