There’s something to be said about living with your parents for too long. That’s why some people get married young, or get their own places and move out, or get kicked out by their parents. Mother can’t wait to kick us out. I had moved out once, but then moved back in when I returned to the country and sometimes I wish that I’d gotten my own place way back then.
The truth is that after a certain age, you need to take a breather and go at it alone… get your own freakin life y’know. Then when you’ve had your share, your slice of life, you can take care of your aging parents until they die without the guilt and resentment of not having lived your own life.
In my case, it’s not that I don’t have the freedom to do as I please, when I please… buying my “freedom” by getting married and becoming someone else’s problem has never been an issue.
It’s just that while you can communicate and relate to each other better than ever before, after a certain amount of time, there is that inevitable clash of personalities… because the child is no longer a kid and parents tend to get caught up in time warps… where one moment they’re talking to you like you’re 7 years old again, but come end of the month when the rent is due, then you’re very much the adult again.
I love my Parents, and the Lord knows that if I could sew them to my hips like appendages, I would. But, I’m thinking it’s time for a breather, where I can appreciate them just that tiny bit more. The thought of leaving is always gut-wrenching… but yeah if there is one thing about life, its that it goes on. So if loving and appreciating them more means standing on my own two feet, then so be it. For good reasons too:
MOTHER: (over breakfast in the kitchen) You girls are so dramatic and theatrical. When are you going to learn? Must you always put on a performance? Must everything always be this big issue?
ME: What did I do now?
SIS: Do you think I should dye my hair that mocha shade or auburn?
MOTHER: You’re over-zealous and too passionate. It’s like the other day, when you sneezed in the passage… I could hear you all the way in my bathroom saying ALHAMDULILLAH (Praising God). Now was that necessary? Was it necessary to say it so loud and with such gusto?
ME: So what?!? I was glorifying God!
SIS: I’m thinking auburn, or maybe even chestnut…
MOTHER: Yes, but how are you going to keep a man like that? Men want ladies, soft spoken ladies, not boisterous loud women…
SIS: So what do you think Mother? Auburn or chestnut?
ME: (answering T but directing commentary to Mother) I don’t know WHY you insist on asking her… I mean, THIS IS THE SAME WOMAN WHO HAS ISSUES WITH ME PRAISING THE LORD!!! Never mind your stupid hair!!
(Everyone in the kitchen ROTFL’s)
MOTHER: See, there you go being all dramatic again.
Needless to say, stupid things become frustrating (although thankfully with us, it’s always hilariously frustrating). As an adult you become your own person and it’s difficult for someone who was responsible for your growth, someone who gave birth to you and reared you from childhood, who had all the authority and control for all those years, to reign in that authority and let you be.
So yeah, I'm looking to move out soon and come Monday, I will be officially on the job market if there is anyone hiring, even though my ex-ex-boss (whom I've been helping over the past couple of months on a few cases) would rather have me chained to his company. And I can and will do anything except ironing and sexual favours. I think I should also mention that I'm a little on the expensive side... MBA will do that to you... so I don't get out of bed for peanuts. But I'm worth every cent, thats a promise ;)