Do I radiate incompetence or what?
One of my aunts called today to “check in on me” (read: haven’t burned down the house yet). That brings the count of people who have called me to about 8. It hasn’t been 8 phone calls either; more than one of them has called multiple times. If you didn’t know already, my parents went to Hong Kong for a couple weeks. With my sister in Ontario for her PhD, I was left alone in the house.
Do I give off an aura of helplessness of some sort? I know they care, but come on. If I’m to live on my own, I should be able to keep from blowing up my place of residence, right? My dad comes home tomorrow, so maybe these two weeks of living by myself will remove any doubts (God willing). Was it like this for anyone else now living outside of the parents’ domicile?
Maybe this stems from my childhood, since I was known for breaking stuff as a kid. Hell, I managed to break a cow made out of granite. But hey, the house is standing. It’s probably not as clean as my mom would make it, but I cleaned. Nothing odd’s growing in places it shouldn’t. The plants are probably a little worse for wear, as I did forget to water a few times. I know that I wouldn’t want to live in a house alone though…way too much to clean. And yes I did cook, and no, not any microwavable dinners thank you very much. Microwavable dinners get expensive…and kinda gross.
I have to admit, it’s been kinda nice living on my own schedule for once. I usually have to stick with the routine my parents go with, because hey, their house. I suspect this will increase the itch to live on my own. And also the empty nest syndrome of my parents. That day’s gonna be a bit awkward.