Sidewinder

Imagine that, like some families who turn in their cars after five years or so, until that warranty runs out, until they decide that forest teal just wasn't their thing to begin with, you could change families in the same manner: the group dynamic just wasn't working out, I got tired of my brother's taste in restaurants, even the pets annoy me!

Well, this is exactly what I've gotten to do, and it seems that each year the explanations get more complicated. The question "where do your parents live?" should not be a difficult one, but my answers get more and more byzantine. I worry that some people might think I've actually done things to produce these results.

That said, some of the more troubling interactions have usually involved the Jewish holidays. When asked "what are you doing for easter weekend?", I never know what to say. "Nothing" is not the right answer. Neither is "the usual things I do on Sunday". So, I sometimes explain that I don't celebrate easter and that my stepmother is Jewish. To most people, that doesn't make any sense. Nor should it.
What makes even less sense is an explanation involving my step-step father. It just sounds silly.