I am 21, but already I have lived almost 25% of my life alone. (without parental supervision).
How do I feel about this? Sometimes, when I see my friends greeting their parents it makes me sad. When they leave to eat dinner at home, I feel a little jealous. It isn’t like I can’t see my parents, as it is but a plane ride away. Just a really long and expensive plane ride.
ugh. Why am I missing family right now? I have done it for so long. But maybe because most times I have lived alone, so was everyone else. But now, back home in Vancouver where everyone is ‘home’… the consistent reminders make me homesick. Or at least, parent sick.
It’s funny how my friends can’t wait to move out where I long to live close to my parents again. (not under the same roof though) . In most instances in relationships, distance doesn’t make the heart grow fonder but with parents…the feeling of unconditional care, love and the feeling of warmth and home makes my heart long for the days where I just stroll around with my dad along the boardwalk or the Peak, with my mother in our random lunch dates after her yoga sessions and me requesting whatever I want to dinner, with my sister and else having a blast one moment and fighting the next (but very short bursts).
Malta holds a special place in my heart. Perhaps the best 4 days I ever spent with my sister exploring the tiny island nation.
Osaka and surroundings holds a special place in my heart. Hiking up old forest routes and abandoned temples with my parents heaving and panting. Eating home-style Soba noodles while miming to the servers.
Family……….. When you have them around, you shun them. It is only until when you are without them, do you realize how much you depend on them, and how much they are part of your life.
Don’t take your family for granted.
