BEING AN ADULT
Being an adult is difficult, stressful, but most importantly; a gift. It hit me this weekend when I saw my parents at my aunt's house. I hadn't seen them for around a month and this was the first time I could tell that they are aging. My aunt pulled out a photo album from her wedding in the mid 70's. My dad was my age and looked exactly like I do now. It hit me that I need to spend more time with them before I regret it. I invited my mother over to my apartment to stay for the week.
My mom still hasn't arrived to my house, but I'm pretty excited. Its been 3 years since I have lived at home and i'm interested how this might go. I have a couch that turns into a bed in my room, so not only will my Mom and I be spending time together, we'll literally share the same room. I'm pretty excited about how this might change/enlighte me for the better. It's time to go back to my roots before I can't anymore...
Till Tomorrow....
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