I suppose I'm just envious of my roomie. His family doesn't get along ideally, but still, he has his two sisters, his mom, his dad, his dad's mom, his mom's dad, and various random cousins, in-laws, and aunts and uncles, which form a sort of crazy conglomeration of people for him to be connected with, and whom he's generally fond of.
Me, the closest relative I have is my mom, an hour and a half drive away, and we haven't talked for almost an entire year now because we get along so miserably.
Trust me, being an only child sucks.

And maybe growing up in a small town wouldn't have been so bad after all. (He's a small town guy, I'm a medium city gal.)
And, bah, here I am trying to cheer up everyone with an inane story, and now it's all depressing and stuff!
Peace & Luv, Liz