I think one of the hardest things about having moved out is I’ve only seen my parents twice in the past month. It feels so bizarre to me- I’m so absorbed in my own life that I haven’t really got the chance to miss them, I know I do a little but at the same time, I don’t feel it so much. And I know they miss me. I just suddenly vanished from their lives and I only pop up every few weeks or so. They’re my parents, just because we don’t get along well doesn’t mean they don’t miss me. And knowing that makes me feel something, it makes me want to stop by after work every week or two just to say hi.

I know that sounds disgusting of me, but I left home on a somewhat bad note. When you leave people who doubt you can do anything properly on your own, you don’t exactly want to go back to that in a rush. For any amount of time.