our family stone

I have an argument happening in my heart right now. Should I stay or should I go now? If I don't there will be trouble.....and if I stay there will be double....... I always thought that was a stupid song anyway.
I wish I could scoop up all of my family and people I love and carry them to a beautiful place where we walk out our front step everyday and gasp at the beautiful surrounding that lay before us. I could walk across the street to all my sisters and brothers homes and soak up the entire day talking and doing nothing. Peace fills my heart when I think about that picture. My family is freakishly close. Most of us 7 siblings converse on almost a daily occurrence. And 3 of them actually live in the same household together, that just sounds weird. But it's true and its home to me. My favorite movie in the entire world is The Family Stone. It is the perfect picture of my family, the closeness and protectiveness you can feel throughout the entire movie. I love how they shoot the scene up in the attic bedroom, and the roof is angled in on them. They have to duck to stand in 60 percent of the room. But that feeling of closeness is the whole movie itself, and it reminds me of the feeling my family gives me. Listening to one of our conversations has to be very confusing. At least all of us girls for the most part can finish each other's sentences and so we often don't finish what we are saying and just say....do you know what I mean. And we all nod our head, Yea I know what you mean. We have actually been singled out because of how close we are. Come on people we speak the same french fried retard language for goodness sake. Do you really want to be part of our little bond. And the truth is yes, they do. A lot of my friends love spending time with all of us girls together. They say it's so fun to see you all get a long so well and there is such a warm feeling when you are all together. They say that we make them feel like they are part of the bond we share.
But, for me its a curse, don't worry sisters.....a good one. The magnetic force that this invisible bond created from years of protecting and caring for one another won't let me leave. I so badly want to live in a part of this beautiful country that doesn't have sub zero temperatures for two months out of the year. Minnesota is beautiful come Spring, Summer, and Fall. Even parts of the winter are breath taking here. But the cold snaps have gotten to my very last nerve. I get this confidence and audacity about me every year at this time and I curse this part of the country I am forced to live in. I threaten to leave and ask almost every day, or at least every time I have to venture outside of my little warm box of a home. "Why do people live here, I don't get it". Come summer and fall I will ask why people wouldn't live here. But it isn't the country that keeps me here. It's my family that keeps me here. A lesson was given to me when my parent's died. They could have cared less about all the material things that they had or had not accumulated in their lifetime. It was having this family that mattered to them most at the end of their days. People to love and loved them back. People who cared enough to surround them now at their worst and comfort them until they met their Father. The truth is I know my family would never leave me. And even though I don't get to see some of them as much as I would like to. Living a couple of states away would make it that much worse. Or maybe I could just scoop you all up and show you another view that would take all of your breath's away.