I'll admit, I used to really hate my family and house until a year ago. I thought everyone was obnoxious, noisy, and stupid. But now I look back and think to myself, "Jesus, I'm glad to be home." As often as the phrase is used, absence really makes the heart grow fonder. Whenever you're away for a while, all the people who used to get on your nerves don't bother you as much when you come back. The things you always took for granted feel like such privileges.
I've been at boarding school now for almost a full school year (5 weeks last school year and then this year) and things have changed a lot. As much as I hate the school, I have gained a lot of confidence and I'm not so sullen. And I really hate giving the school any credit but it really helped me appreciate my family.
Consider this. I have a very structured day every day with very little free time. Rebecca wants to play video games? Too bad, Rebecca has to attend stupid community meetings where everyone whines and bitches whether she likes it or not. And on top of that, people are never quiet. And if it's not people making noise, then it's something else. The only time it's ever quiet on the dorm is at night, and guess what? I have a loud radiator and a noisy pair of birds lives in a nest that they made in a rotted part of the wall under my window. There's never any complete silence.
People don't have good hygiene, either. One girl didn't shower or change her clothes for 4 days straight. (Coincidentally, she cannot control her bowels and must wear a diaper. She's 19.) Another girl has hair that has probably never made contact with a hair brush in her entire lifetime. And people lie, constantly. One girl insists her parents abused her by running her over with cars, breaking each and everyone of her fingers, attacking her with brooms, ect. ect. Another girl complains she hasn't slept in two years and the "sleeping" she does in her bed at night is just a "self-induced trance that isn't actually sleeping."
How does this all tie into how I've grown fonder of home, you ask? Simple. It doesn't happen at my house. My house is quiet. My family members take showers daily and take some pride in looking nice, and they don't lie. I can do whatever I want at my house. Rebecca wants to play video games until 3 in the morning? Rebecca can play them to 5 am if she wants to. Rebecca can do whatever the fuck she pleases.
Once you live in a shitty situation, what seemed shitty before seems like heaven. Fullmetal, I'm sure that once you go off to college you'll even appreciate your grandmother. Absence does those kinds of things.