Did you think that everybody else feels completely at home?
It's weird how you think you've learned the lessons already, when they'll just come back to trip you up once again.
There's a sadness there, in the pulling away of a family, when I finally realize that instead of a daughter, I've slowly become an equal. And it's growing up, right? It's when I finally stop relying on them, falling back on them to comfort me, and I acknowledge the mutual need for comfort and sanctuary. We lead seperate lives; our days no longer intersect, and I'll no longer sit with you in the evening and wind down with you, I won't tell you the little things that irk me. Those times? Those were the times that made it home for me. I'm afraid I don't know yet how to make any other place my home. I am thankful for the perspective, to have come to learn about my parents as people, more than just their duties to guard and guide, but I sometimes wish I could still believe they're unflappable and unaffected. Would it be better to avoid this gradually-developed awareness of their mortality?
I suppose... why prepare for something that you can't even handle, should it come to pass? Does knowing mean you're giving up part of your childlike ignorance?
There's a sadness there, in the pulling away of a family, when I finally realize that instead of a daughter, I've slowly become an equal. And it's growing up, right? It's when I finally stop relying on them, falling back on them to comfort me, and I acknowledge the mutual need for comfort and sanctuary. We lead seperate lives; our days no longer intersect, and I'll no longer sit with you in the evening and wind down with you, I won't tell you the little things that irk me. Those times? Those were the times that made it home for me. I'm afraid I don't know yet how to make any other place my home. I am thankful for the perspective, to have come to learn about my parents as people, more than just their duties to guard and guide, but I sometimes wish I could still believe they're unflappable and unaffected. Would it be better to avoid this gradually-developed awareness of their mortality?
I suppose... why prepare for something that you can't even handle, should it come to pass? Does knowing mean you're giving up part of your childlike ignorance?