8 Things I Learned About Myself While Living With My Parents For A Week
It's weird how you can remove yourself from a part of your life and then go back to it, almost as with a microscope, to see how your life used to look. This is what happened last week, when I stayed with my parents in the interim before leaving for Nashville.
I haven't lived at home since I was 22 years old, right out of college. That was a whirlwind time of my life. I was engaged, looking for my first “big girl” job – without a real clue of what I should do with my life. I was balancing between babysitting during the day, laying out by the pool, and being the designated driver at endless girl's nights where my friends and I would go dancing at a bar in Dallas called “Suede” that has since closed.
Living at my parents' house felt surreal. My Dad, sitting at the kitchen table, working on his book and muttering to the dogs, while my Mom was in the kitchen, with the T.V. on low, watching the news and making sauteed shrimp. It felt like I traveled back in time, except this time, Michael was allowed to stay in my room over night.
For those that don't know, Michael and I have been dating since high school and we didn't live together before marriage. We had our first kiss outside my parents' house and that's also the spot he proposed. This house holds a lot of memories to me, and it was an exercise in nostalgia to get a snapshot into what life used to be like.
Despite feeling like a kid again, here's what I learned about myself, seeing my house through renewed eyes:
1. My mom still irritates me. I'm embarrassed by this, believe me. Despite being 28 years old I still get mad at my Mom over the littlest things. She's constantly patient with me.
2. I revert to being a kid at any given chance. Especially being around my parents.
3. I will (still) steal my sisters clothes. You know that grey, off the shoulder, sweatshirt like top? It's mine now.
4. The Sandlot will never get old.
5. I really don't like little dogs. My parents have a small dog now, Finn, despite always being a big dog family. I lived with the Cavalier King Charles Spaniel for a week and I tried, I really did, but I prefer big dogs.
6. When my mom does my laundry, I feel bad. I feel like I should be the one to do it, I'm an adult now.
7. I love my parents so so much, but I have gotten used to not living with them. And I don't think I could ever move back.
8. I really must be a grown up now.
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