Is it really so terrible to miss being at home with ones parents?
I moved out of my parents home a few months ago and at first I felt so lost. Grocery shopping with my roommate was unspeakably horrid... for I'd always gone grocery shopping with my Dad. He was the one who would teach me everything about how to shop wisely and where to find the best stuff for the best price. I couldn't stand not having him with me. I'd always woken up in the mornings, and made coffee just in time to greet Mom as she came into the kitchen. She'd smile at me and say Good Morning. I almost half-expected to see her come around the corner in my new apartment to say it again... and when she didn't I felt so lonely.
"Home" was and still is the most comforting word I know. The comfort of knowing it's where you grew up, where you can visit anytime you want. Why is that so repulsive to people these days? Does letting go of your parents home now mean letting go of your love for them? I could not live that way...
In fact I choose not to.
Everything in this world that I have, and everything that I am, is thanks to my Mom and Dad... I've never known two people of more strength or integrity or courage. I model my life on theirs while keeping my own individuality as they'd always taught me to do. I love them with so much of my heart that I can't imagine letting them go as I have seen others let go... it would be the same as uprooting a tree and toppling it. Even when my parents leave this world, they'll still be a part of me, for all time.
Why do people tell me that I'm weak for this?
Ultimately, I see myself caring so very little about why people think me weak for this... but it still disturbs me to the point where I feel like shouting. But I never do.
Love.
Yes, love defines a family. It always has. And always will.
 Akira Hoshininjen · Tue Nov 28, 2006 @ 11:40pm · 1 Comments |
