Right before I was married, lots of already married friends told me about the first night spent back at mom’s house and how familiarly unfamiliar it felt. They mentioned how much more appreciated they felt by the family, especially previously squabbling siblings and how the time spent together was “perfect in being short”. Austen would understand. No time for differences, arguments, or extended fights.
My first night spent at my momma’s house coincided with a sudden bout of fever and flu on my part, kookie’s minor eye surgery, k’s trip to lahore and kAy’s absolute breakdown after 3 major assignements. So basically, all of us spent the entire time “together” drugged and asleep.