There's no point in being grown up if you can't be childish sometimes.
The title is another quote from the immortal Doctor Who!
As I left off in my introduction post, we now live in a small rental house. Most of the neighborhood is young families so we're probably the youngest couple on the block. It may not be true home-ownership, but it's a house. My house. For the next 12 months...) I get to paint, decorate, do yard work. It's great! I have to say my favorite part is the washer & dryer. I can do laundry at 3am, I don't have to worry about anyone pissing in the dryer, and I don't have to sit and watch it to keep people from walking off with my clothes. Now that we have this place I can't help but think I'm an adult. It's so weird because I still feel like that nervous 18 year old just away at college. When I visit my parents I have to stop myself from saying or thinking I'm going home for the weekend because that's not home anymore. "My bedroom" is now my parent's guest room and my mom's extra closet.
The first couple times I went "home" it was just weird. Before I got there I figured it would be the same as it had always been. At first it seemed I was right. All of my old stuff was there. The furniture was where I left it, my books were still on the shelf, even my old stuffed animals were there. It was physically the same place, but it seemed liked everything had changed. The rules were all different. You know how you feel unsure of what you should or shouldn't do or say when you're a house guest? That's how I felt, but my mom still expected me to do chores. I felt like a guest at a really rude hotel! As the old saying goes "I guess you never can go home again." After my mom's friend left her husband and moved into my childhood bedroom all illusion of it being "home" left and now it's not so weird when I go to visit.
Back to adulthood... as I said that feels SOOO weird to type. Was there some magical moment when I was transformed into an adult? I don't feel any different. Suddenly I have a house, a job, and bills. I think the weirdest part of being an adult is how much money I spend on stamps! I guess if "home" isn't home anymore, I'll get used to the idea of being an adult sometime. That doesn't mean I have to act like a grown-up all the time though =)
As I left off in my introduction post, we now live in a small rental house. Most of the neighborhood is young families so we're probably the youngest couple on the block. It may not be true home-ownership, but it's a house. My house. For the next 12 months...) I get to paint, decorate, do yard work. It's great! I have to say my favorite part is the washer & dryer. I can do laundry at 3am, I don't have to worry about anyone pissing in the dryer, and I don't have to sit and watch it to keep people from walking off with my clothes. Now that we have this place I can't help but think I'm an adult. It's so weird because I still feel like that nervous 18 year old just away at college. When I visit my parents I have to stop myself from saying or thinking I'm going home for the weekend because that's not home anymore. "My bedroom" is now my parent's guest room and my mom's extra closet.
The first couple times I went "home" it was just weird. Before I got there I figured it would be the same as it had always been. At first it seemed I was right. All of my old stuff was there. The furniture was where I left it, my books were still on the shelf, even my old stuffed animals were there. It was physically the same place, but it seemed liked everything had changed. The rules were all different. You know how you feel unsure of what you should or shouldn't do or say when you're a house guest? That's how I felt, but my mom still expected me to do chores. I felt like a guest at a really rude hotel! As the old saying goes "I guess you never can go home again." After my mom's friend left her husband and moved into my childhood bedroom all illusion of it being "home" left and now it's not so weird when I go to visit.
Back to adulthood... as I said that feels SOOO weird to type. Was there some magical moment when I was transformed into an adult? I don't feel any different. Suddenly I have a house, a job, and bills. I think the weirdest part of being an adult is how much money I spend on stamps! I guess if "home" isn't home anymore, I'll get used to the idea of being an adult sometime. That doesn't mean I have to act like a grown-up all the time though =)
posted by d0ggiem0mma | 12:46 AM
2 Comments:
While you're busy being an adult, I'm here in SF with 3 room-mates feeling more college-y than I ever did in college. WTF, you're married?
Luke- you were at my wedding you spaz!!
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