The Bitter Truth.

I just got home from a small trip. A couple days in St. George. With my family. Which, of course, was just as fun as ever. But before I completely spoil the story, let me give you some background information. Pertaining to the title of this post.

"The Bitter Truth."

Word had been hopping from house to house in my family for weeks, maybe even months up till Christmas. And New Years. It started the day my sister found out they wouldn't be able to make the annual Day-After-Christmas trip up to visit this year. On Doctor's orders of course. (Pretty sure that is the only thing that could ever stop her....) So naturally, she made some phone calls and next thing I know...it's New Years in St. George.

So, there I was, thinking "of course I wanna be with my family- it's always so much fun...but on the other hand, I was kinda thinking I might want to do something with my friends over New Years. I'm sure there will be tons of fun get togethers, or at least a few small party invitations."

Therefore, I very carefully, avoided giving an exact answer whenever my mom would ask. Not that I even knew the answer, I was just waiting. Waiting to see what was going on and if I could possibly bear to miss it....

Finals came and went. The week before Christmas came and went. Even Christmas came and went. And then it was Tuesday. Decemeber 29th. And it finally it dawned on me. New Years Eve was in 2 days. Everyone was packing up and heading out to St George the next day. And still...no word from my friends.

What's going on? Last year was a dilemma because we didn't know how we could possibly make it to each of our friend's parties. And that was only high school. I mean, I am in college now! Doesn't that make me significantly cooler and have significantly more parties to go to, more friends?

HA.

Well to all the high schoolers and young ones out there.....that is a total joke. Somebody's fantasy. Or maybe it's just me? But either way I was both partyless, and planless.

And that is when it revealed itself to me.

That is when I discovered the bitter truth.

I am not in high school anymore. There aren't those random parties you go to just because a friend of a friend told you anyone was invited. (Mind you, these parties I'm talking about would include an ipod playing the newest, most popular pop song, chips and dip, sparkling cider if we were lucky, and maybe even a game of duck-duck-goose? okay okay not that far but you get the point.) It was a realization point. It showed me who my real friends were.

The ones who had made plans with me all along. For weeks, even months leading up to Christmas. The ones who were anticipating my arrival- counting down the days until I'd be there. The ones who called me just to talk. Called me because they wanted so badly to hangout with me, but couldn't because they are far away.

My real friends. My best friends.

Now that brings me back to the current point. I am now home, feeling completely satisfied and thrilled about my New Years. With my family.

We had a pinata...

Lots of laughs....

Along with a yummy lunch at Pirate Island and night with Sherlock Holmes...

So although my "bitter truth" was actually quite funny, it was also rewarding. And once again proved to me how lucky I am to have family. Because I know that since I have family, I will always have friends.