Moving out from home has made me realise a few things. That it is damn hard to find a job, toilet paper is incredibly expensive and living with people isn't the same as living with family.
I, very naively, thought that moving out with some of my friends would mean we'd all share dinners and tell each other what we're doing, maybe even have breakfast together sometimes. This is not the case. In fact, it's not even close. I have had to substitute healthy, yummy, group dinners at 6pm every night, for cheap cardboard-tasting singular meals just before bed. As for letting people know what's going on in my life, that would apparently make me clingy and strange, instead I am expected to just go along doing what I do without really talking about anything. Unless I have to leave the house, then sometimes I should say goodbye. As for the good old Sunday breakfast, with hash browns, baked beans, bacon, eggs, fried tomatoes and mushrooms and damn near anything else covered in fat, well that has become a distant memory. Its substitute, occasional bowls of cereal and soggy toast.
All these seemingly insignificant things that I took for granted, are what I know yearn for. Being able to leave a cup in the sink once in a while, only having to clean the kitchen when my grandparents were coming over, being able to blame my mess on my siblings, all these things are what makes living with you family so much nicer than just living with people you know.
What I miss the most though, of everything about living at home, is just knowing that no matter what you have an entire household full of people willing to drop everything to help you out when you need it, no matter what. When you live with friends, you know they're willing to help, but not always unconditionally. Of course, there are always some things that you can't really ask your friends to do, as well. Although they'd be willing, it would be awkward to ask your friends to help you with homework, or to look after you when you're ill.
Moving out makes you realise that, as grown up as you thought you were, you're not half way there yet. It also makes you truly appreciate everything your family did for you while you were at home, especially all the times someone else did your washing for you.
Wednesday, February 09, 2011
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That's food for thought.
I would of ate breakfast with you and helped with your homework!! But Nooooo… just had to move to the other side of the country.
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