The House, My Curse
I've
been thinking, which is something I do way too much of lately.
And I'm not sure if I want to stay in the state. I know I have
plenty of friends who are really awesome, which would be terrible to
give up.
On the other hand, there's something that's been wormed into my upbringing (and that of my siblings) that just can't stand to leave the nest. It's a hurdle that my big brother never really jumped, when he bought a house not a mile away from my parents' house. It is an essential hurdle that I thought I had leapt over, but here I am, back in the house where I grew up.
Don't get me wrong, it's not a bad place. But everybody is at each others' throats, and they're getting me back into good form. And my little brother and sister have no idea about some of the things they would learn (NEED to learn) once they get on their own. So it's like having grown up fourteen year olds in the house.
I love my family. I just can't stand them some of the time. And the kicker is that everybody starts appreciating your presence way more when you only come around once every other week or so. I'd enjoy that again.
Not to mention the fact that the house is ripe with stagnation...it's a rare day to come home and see the television off, or see people happily getting ready to do something.
Enough complaints, I'm off to whip high schoolers in to substitute submission.
On the other hand, there's something that's been wormed into my upbringing (and that of my siblings) that just can't stand to leave the nest. It's a hurdle that my big brother never really jumped, when he bought a house not a mile away from my parents' house. It is an essential hurdle that I thought I had leapt over, but here I am, back in the house where I grew up.
Don't get me wrong, it's not a bad place. But everybody is at each others' throats, and they're getting me back into good form. And my little brother and sister have no idea about some of the things they would learn (NEED to learn) once they get on their own. So it's like having grown up fourteen year olds in the house.
I love my family. I just can't stand them some of the time. And the kicker is that everybody starts appreciating your presence way more when you only come around once every other week or so. I'd enjoy that again.
Not to mention the fact that the house is ripe with stagnation...it's a rare day to come home and see the television off, or see people happily getting ready to do something.
Enough complaints, I'm off to whip high schoolers in to substitute submission.