home again
Back to LO. Back to the oddly quiet Westlake. Instead of having to steal garbage cans from neighbors, I see each perfect house bringing out their perfectly lined and porportioned recycling bins beside the sidewalk. Instead of the smell of gasoline from the alley way, I am sitting by the guest room window right now as the breeze brings me the scent of honeysuckles in our garden.
But I miss Seattle. I want to spend time exploring new things and coming back to a home I've had for 8 years seems so mundane. Especially since I won't even be staying in my room for another month. I am cramped inside the smallest room in the house, right by the stairs, being blinded every morning because this room faces the East. And having no way to organize my hundreds of sweaters/pants/coats because my room is currently unavailable.
Its is odd to have more than three people in the house. I have extend family but none within 8000 miles. All of the sudden I am forced to have awkward, civil dinner conversation with "family", or rather two people that barely knows me and whom I've probably spent total of 14 days with from childhood to present. I suppose its nice to have family nearby. But as bad as it sounds, my uncle and aunt do not feel like family. They do not know anything about me and all that we have in common is a few genetic sequences. And their prescence make my family so stressed out that I'm worried about my parents' health.
Adjust, adjust and adjust. My parents really need me to be home and help them entertain their (month-long) guest and I will have to do my best. Worst comes to worst, I have my escape plan all hammered out. It is in the shape of a sea-blue Honda Civic, which I named Nemo.
But I miss Seattle. I want to spend time exploring new things and coming back to a home I've had for 8 years seems so mundane. Especially since I won't even be staying in my room for another month. I am cramped inside the smallest room in the house, right by the stairs, being blinded every morning because this room faces the East. And having no way to organize my hundreds of sweaters/pants/coats because my room is currently unavailable.
Its is odd to have more than three people in the house. I have extend family but none within 8000 miles. All of the sudden I am forced to have awkward, civil dinner conversation with "family", or rather two people that barely knows me and whom I've probably spent total of 14 days with from childhood to present. I suppose its nice to have family nearby. But as bad as it sounds, my uncle and aunt do not feel like family. They do not know anything about me and all that we have in common is a few genetic sequences. And their prescence make my family so stressed out that I'm worried about my parents' health.
Adjust, adjust and adjust. My parents really need me to be home and help them entertain their (month-long) guest and I will have to do my best. Worst comes to worst, I have my escape plan all hammered out. It is in the shape of a sea-blue Honda Civic, which I named Nemo.