The family traditions mean a lot to me.

Hello, everyone.

I welcome you to my blog. Moving from one place to another, one thing that keeps the people grounded or helps to keep them in line is culture and tradition. Some hate it because it limits or stops them from doing the things they like, and then there are those who love and would obey every tradition and cultural rule no matter how it affects them. Moving from one place to another, from one town to another, you get to experience and hear about different traditions and cultures; some you will like, and some you will so much dislike.

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Then there are also various personal traditions moving from one individual to another, traditions that they observe without minding if others like it or not; as long as it sits well with them, they are going to observe the tradition no matter what. There are also some personal traditions and individual idiots because it was a tradition that was observed in their home (family house), and since they were raised with it, they cannot do away with it; instead, even when they start their own home, they want to adopt the family tradition.

I have quite a few traditions and culture that mean a lot to me, but today I will be sharing more of the personal traditions that I enjoy so much and value so much because they are something I learned from my family, and practicing these traditions when I am away from home always reminds me of home and, most of all, my family. Some traditions remind you of home when you are far away from home; it just gives you that homely feeling.

The one tradition that was instilled in me right from when I was a baby and to date is still practiced at home and by me when I am away from home is the tradition of praying before bed and immediately after you wake up. I was born and raised in a Christian home, and this was and still is the praying pattern of my family. Whenever I practice this when I am away from home, it reminds me of home and where I come from.

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Also the tradition of eating together back home, when my mom started forcing my siblings and me to eat together, it felt like she was doing the wrong thing, but over time we saw what she was trying to do; she helped us bond better, and that way I believed the saying that "a family that eats together stays together." Eating together with my siblings can be really chaotic and dramatic sometimes, but when I remember the drama, I just laugh sometimes.

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