My Own Worst Enemy
I have reached a conclusion! After spending four days at home this week, I've decided I'm an extremely independent woman. So much so, in fact, that it's a fault.
What, you ask? How can that be? No woman can ever be TOO independent?
I beg to differ.
Living alone this year while working on my masters degree has spoiled me. And I see it now as I try to live in peaceful coexistence with my folks, little sister, and grandfather. Our house is by no means small, with 7 well sized rooms, but I swear the walls are closing in a bit more each day.
Please do not be mistaken. It is not my family I hold fault with. It lies within myself completely. This same conclusion would have been reached if I was living with Mother Theresa or Martin Luther King, Jr. I just like watching what I want on tv when I want to watch it, napping when and where I want, and not having to endure the unpleasant noise created by needless activities like vacuuming.
Ok, rereading that last sentence makes me sound ungrateful. Not true. I am certainly aware of how greatly blessed I am to be able to take out the necessary loans for an additional educational degree. I have no one to thank for that but my parents and their excellent credit rating, and I often thank them for their constant financial and emotional support. But I cannot deny that I am spoiled now by the greatness of silence when sleeping, pizza for breakfast (at 11am!), and watching sitcoms during prime time instead of the news.
But just you wait. Tomorrow I head back to school to the solitary confinement of my small, basement apartment. No doubt, I'll soon be lamenting about how much I miss my family.
What, you ask? How can that be? No woman can ever be TOO independent?
I beg to differ.
Living alone this year while working on my masters degree has spoiled me. And I see it now as I try to live in peaceful coexistence with my folks, little sister, and grandfather. Our house is by no means small, with 7 well sized rooms, but I swear the walls are closing in a bit more each day.
Please do not be mistaken. It is not my family I hold fault with. It lies within myself completely. This same conclusion would have been reached if I was living with Mother Theresa or Martin Luther King, Jr. I just like watching what I want on tv when I want to watch it, napping when and where I want, and not having to endure the unpleasant noise created by needless activities like vacuuming.
Ok, rereading that last sentence makes me sound ungrateful. Not true. I am certainly aware of how greatly blessed I am to be able to take out the necessary loans for an additional educational degree. I have no one to thank for that but my parents and their excellent credit rating, and I often thank them for their constant financial and emotional support. But I cannot deny that I am spoiled now by the greatness of silence when sleeping, pizza for breakfast (at 11am!), and watching sitcoms during prime time instead of the news.
But just you wait. Tomorrow I head back to school to the solitary confinement of my small, basement apartment. No doubt, I'll soon be lamenting about how much I miss my family.