Back again
Finally all moved and settled. It nice to have everything in its place. This is the first time that I have lived with someone else, since I was divorced three years ago. I have to readjust what I do, and say, all over again. Living on my own...it was easy to be so independent, having the opportunity to do whatever I pleased, whenever I wanted. Mind you I still have those freedoms, but for some reason, it is not quite the same. In all actuality the only thing that has changed is the fact I now live in a new place with two other people. They dont care about what the hell I do. But for some reason that I can't explain, there is a difference.
Maybe it's because I'm not used to coming home to find someone else in the house, ever since I was 14 I have been on my own. No, I wasn't ALL by myself. But, I lived with my dad and he was a truck driver. He would be on the road anywhere from eight to ten weeks at a time. This was the best way for him to make money. It paid the bills, put food on the table, and paid for me to go to high school. He would finish his trip, and his boss would mail me the check. I took care of the house, and the bills while he was gone. My uncle would call and check in on me and I would see my cousins at school, so all in all I was taken care of well. Still I am just used to being by myself and doing what the fuck ever I please.
There have been no blow-ups or anything, or even the slight hint of anything being wrong here. Hell so far I am enjoying it. I just feel out of place, and maybe a little out of mind. My head keeps saying, just give it time to adjust and everything will be cool.
Maybe it's because I'm not used to coming home to find someone else in the house, ever since I was 14 I have been on my own. No, I wasn't ALL by myself. But, I lived with my dad and he was a truck driver. He would be on the road anywhere from eight to ten weeks at a time. This was the best way for him to make money. It paid the bills, put food on the table, and paid for me to go to high school. He would finish his trip, and his boss would mail me the check. I took care of the house, and the bills while he was gone. My uncle would call and check in on me and I would see my cousins at school, so all in all I was taken care of well. Still I am just used to being by myself and doing what the fuck ever I please.
There have been no blow-ups or anything, or even the slight hint of anything being wrong here. Hell so far I am enjoying it. I just feel out of place, and maybe a little out of mind. My head keeps saying, just give it time to adjust and everything will be cool.