So. Here I am, again.
Lost a job, gained a home. Lost a friend, gained a family. Lost some weight, gained a conscience. Lost, gained…you’d think I’d come out even.
I’m not sure how I’ve come out, yet. I’m not sure I’ll know that until I die. For now, I’m happy and content and feeling kinda humble but excited. In other words, my usual, LOL.
It’s been a tough year. Losing two dear cyber-friends who were not just cyber-friends…losing a job…losing my apartment…and that was just me. Then you add in all that my friends have gone through, and all that total strangers have gone through, and this has been one hell of a year.
But I’m here, and for that, I’m very grateful.
Anyway, I thought I’d check in tonight, here, and just say that I’m glad to be here. 🙂
I’ve moved from NY to PA, moved in with my mom, and she and I are getting along great. Her two cats and my two cats, well…they will eventually get along great too (we hope). I love my room, I love the house, I love our community, I love being close to my eldest sister again, I love the fact that my other sister comes up to visit frequently…I love that I’m back in close with my family after years of keeping away.
I love that I have a new lease on life, a fresh hope of finding work (ANY work, please hire me!!) and I love that I have someone to shoulder the burdens with, while taking burdens off their own shoulders. Mom and I have a sort of symbiotic relationship now, and it suits us, right now.
Will it stay this way always? Not sure. Will she always need me to drive her places, remind her of things? Will I always need her to help me out financially and give me a roof over my head? Will she and I always laugh this way, and giggle and share? Will we always feel so comfortable and peaceful together, glad someone’s there?
I don’t know.
So, I’m just going to enjoy this, and make the most of this, and help her get back on her feet while she helps me get back on mine, and take it from there.
Life is good right now. So…I’m going to work on keeping it that way.
Anyone who wishes to share their thoughts on what it’s like to move back in with their parent(s) after the age of 40, feel free to comment. Anyone who wishes to share ANY thoughts, feel free to speak up. Anyone out there at all, I’m here. And…so is Mom.