Arrival

As of today I've officially moved out of my parent's place--- and it's in moments like these that I realise how my parents owned quite a large house... And it seemed a lot...newer.

Anyway, the place I moved into is not bad, the landlord is unobtrusive enough (which is really what I care about). The fact that he said "hello" instead of shoving a list of house rules in my face when we first met left me with an excellent first impression. Of course I don't have the same conveniences as living in my parents' house (like sticking whatever poster I want up on the wall), but not being with them is a blessing. It was quite horrible how, up to the last moment when Dad was with me, I wanted him to be gone. I was bracing myself for getting all emotional, regretting my choices, feeling all home sick, being terrified of the world or w/e... And then Dad was there and all I had in mind was, "you can leave now..."

I'm a horrible person, I do realize. Give it a couple of years. Maybe then we can imagine the possibility of reconciliation.

Currently I am enjoying the state of a beautifully clean room. There's nothing out and sprawled about like in my old room--- I wish the bed was larger, but I'll live with what I've currently got. Living in someone else's house though, as comfortable as it may be, just doesn't seem quite right. It creates this... yearning for something of one's own. But then again, I've wanted my own house for ages. If only I could fast forward to the years where I start making a legitimate contribution to society... and get paid for it.

Wish I could command the pace of time.