I've been thinking a lot lately about how you relate to us and it's occurred to me that you don't really understand how this family thing works. That's okay. I don't think most nineteen year olds do, especially nineteen year olds who--at the last minute--opted to live at home and attend college for their first year instead of moving out in order to save money. The thing is, I think you have to live among people who don't love you before you truly appreciate the people who do. So in that regard, and only in that regard, I am looking forward to the day in which you face that realization. Sadly, we rarely make this leap until the moment we are left with only family to turn to.
I know your friends care about you; I remember that point in my life when I thought my friends were more important, but I'm here to tell you, it's not the same. You see, you can insult us, take us for granted, treat us like a hotel, behave insensitively, never apologize to us when you're wrong, be anything but graceful about helping around the house, and we'll open the door when you pull in the driveway, offer you food, talk with you, put aside what we're doing and listen to your day, but more than that, we'll love you--always, no matter what. Do you sense a trend here? This never goes away. We love you even when you are being unlovable. Go find a friend who will tolerate that.
Don't worry. We'll be here when you give up. As always.