It's funny and weird and crazy
But, I think it always happens, more or less.
We leave our houses, families, all that is familiar
To live with people we've never met
And maybe some we have.
Things are awkward at first.
Everyone trying to feel each other out
And be nice at the same time.
It's utterly painful to watch, I'm sure,
Because it's utterly painful to experience.
And then, something happens.
Something funny or ridiculous or embarrasing.
Maybe even tragic.
Something shifts.
And suddenly, we're family.
Home changes from where our parents live,
In other cities, states, countries
To the cramped, two-bedroom
With Post-It note decorations
And carpet so old, it turns our feet black.
Those that we once hesitated to share bread with
Are the same ones
We lose precious sleep to listen to.
Are the same ones
We will now fight to the death for.
It's a beautiful thing, really.
But, it never lasts quite long enough
And the memories are soon all we have left
Of this family we share no blood with
Of this unlikely home.