It is so strange to visit family and realize how much you really are like them. The things you see that they do that just drive you crazy turn out to be the things that you actually do yourself. I found this when visiting my grandparents and my grandmother did something that was like holding a mirror in front of my face. I don't think you really understand your bad habits until you can actually see them from the point of view of the poor people who have to endure you 🙂 You think that you are so different from your family for such a long time, but then when you have those close ties, there is no way to deny the connection. So I guess knowing is half the battle....
