Time spent with family is repetitious and periodic: you see them at breakfast every day, every weekend, or every summer holiday, or every Christmas, or every other Christmas, or at weddings, or at funerals.
The same journeys again and again.
Memories come into focus, are overlaid and intermingle. Did that happen? or did I imagine it? was it that time? on that road trip?
Familiarity, boredom, frustration, purgatory - but in the end transcendence.