I've been on Spring break these last few days and I've been staying at my parent's house a few hours south of my college town so I could work at the ymca for some cash money before i head back up to college to continue college shenanigans
man i love this place. everything is so simple and stress free.
my nights and free time at my parents consist of mindless consumption of food and entertainment. our family computer is right next to our kitchen (i could open the fridge with my other hand while i am typing this) which makes indulgence so easy. so many late nights have been spent browsing the internet and eating too much cereal just because i can (and don't have to pay for my own food)
i really like this period of my life where i have my own life, but i am still under my parent's wing and feel comfortable in their house. i have a feeling that it will be over before i know it which is a really sad thought, although i guess you could say that about anything in life
Cool write a Hallmark card.
There is really nothing I hate more than being home... every time I return I start counting down the days until I can leave again. It is slightly odd because I don't think I have it too horrible other than having to listen to my family bicker constantly, but I have a hard time identifying with "home sickness"
when I think of home I think of throwing things and hitting and when I think of family there's just blank
You Americans and your broken families.
Quote from: Socks on March 21, 2012, 08:03:51 AM
You Americans and your broken families.
okay sure
i wish i could have that feeling of security with family always there in the background. knowing they're going to be there if i ever really do need them.
i sometimes yearn for the feeling of having some sort of home to go back to, but i feel as if i really don't. my father is gone, my mother lives alone in a one bedroom apartment that reeks of cat shit. and my mother has absolutely nothing, barely even a personality. nothing about that place has anything to do with me. i never lived there. that is not my home. i want nothing to do with that place.
the only solace i get when returning "home" is getting away from that mockery of what i wish to have as a home. i appreciate my family, but i don't get a sense of family from them. and that saddens me. i feel as if any real possibilty of me caring for my family in any meaningful way died along with my father.
so, as i was saying, i the only solace i get is when i leave that home, and visit other places that once felt very home-like. friends houses and shit.
i dunno. i'm never content with anything
Quote from: Socks on March 21, 2012, 08:03:51 AM
You Americans and your broken families.
yea we're all fucked up
Quote from: Fuck on March 21, 2012, 09:02:43 AM
okay sure
As a general observation from a somewhat impartial position the peculiar features of the 'family' here is unlike what I could imagine or have known. In most cultures the parents don't actively encourage their children to leave them, nor do children regard their parents as such flimsy things. It's actually one of the mot fascinating aspects of life here, which most people don't question, but to me, most of it is incredible.
You guys are a bunch of Debbie Downers mannn.
my family is really strong.
Home is mixed. I like how it is clean and I is nice to see everyone and there is space and a car and Minneapolis, but I don't like listening to everyone fight and I don't like getting yelled at constantly for stupid things. Life is very different here. Not sure if it's better or worse, but it's very different.
I learned to balance family life with personal life. I see my parents twice a week for one hour at a time. I think it works out very well for everyone involved.
Quote from: Hippopo on March 23, 2012, 06:59:35 PM
I learned to balance family life with personal life. I see my parents twice a week for one hour at a time. I think it works out very well for everyone involved.
This is what they said in 1984.
I've never moved out. :( And this place drives me crazy.