I must confess. If you haven’t gotten the vibe by now, well then I clearly am not writing well enough. If you have, good. I am a hopeless romantic. This, I find is not a bad thing at all. If anything, a very good thing. I believe everyone should have real love in their life.
I have had my fair share of love in my life, and now have a love that I believe is the real thing… just so happens that that love is 5000 miles away. That’s alright though, because I have confidence that the next few years will fly by, and if they don’t, well I have my time to take vacations back in Greece here and there, and believe me when I say, I will take advantage of them.
So, to expand on this, I have to make another confession. I watch the Bachelorette. Yes, I know, go ahead and sue me people. I do. But, this show although semi-ridiculous 99.9% of the time, often opens ideas in my own head that I really hadn’t thought of before.
If you aren’t watching this season, I suggest you watch the last few episodes, Monday nights at 7 Central. There are now three men left, PJ, Ben and Constantine.
Tonight, I want to talk about Constantine. Dun Dun Duhhhh, Constantine is Greek, and tonight was the hometown visits to each of the remaining men’s families. Watching Constantine’s family was special for me, because deep down in my heart, I know that will be the kind of family I will have one day. Constantine’s dad, Dimitri said to him that he hopes his son finds love that with be everlasting. He said that he wanted his son to model his relationship after he (Dimitri) and his mom’s relationship. This to me touched my heart. Because I know the relationship my love and I have and I know the relationship his parents have. Knowing that, I know he also is modeling his relationship with me as his father does with his mother.
Family, or οικογένεια, is vital to Greek culture. This is something I find so comforting and beautiful, and is something I fully hope for everyone to find in their lives. Family to Greeks is so important it is like another limb. Their family is an extension of self, and to see that on TV tonight was pretty special. It took me back to Greece and reminded me of my love telling me about his conversation with his sisters about me. When I visited again in December and him showing me family pictures of his parents, sisters and neices and nephews- whom he adores. The pride of his life is not his work, not his football, not his ridiculous good looks (which he totally has), no- the pride of his life is his family.
I can only pray that one day I can be a part of that family. To raise my children the way he was, ingrained that family is the most important thing in life. It’s an absolutely amazing thing to witness and something the Greeks do right. I love it. οικογένεια is everything.