Living At Home
Even though I haven’t lived home, I have only lived by myself for a total of two years. While in the military, I ended up in a live-in relationship that last for five years. Once that relationship came to a close, I moved to Atlanta with my aunt. I stayed with her for about a year until it was time to be on my own.
Having my own place was the good life. I could go and do as I pleased. Plus, I was able to have my cat again, who had to stay w/my folks while I lived with my aunt. I just felt so free living alone. No one to question what I did. No one to complain about what I did. And no one to get in the way of what I did.
Living at home is not that bad. There are quite a few benefits. Getting hugs when I am having a bad day. Saving money. Spending time with my family. Playing family games. Having those home cooked meals (though I’m not able to indulge now as a vegan). Having my parents give me money just because…that’s always a bonus.
But, on the flip side, it has its downside. Being 29 and living with parents isn’t easy, especially when it comes to dating. I’m a grown woman who does grown woman things. When my manfriend used to come visit, we had to sleep separate. That sucked because we were already in a long distance relationship, so when he came to town, we needed to get our bonding on. Wasn’t happening here. Now that I am single again, I’d rather not date…not until I get to my next residence. I don’t want to be the one always going to see him or spend time on his turf only. Plus, with my mom being a licensed professional counselor and my father being the pastor of his own church, having them dissect my dates wouldn’t work for me either. So it’s just easier not to even date.
Another thing that blows is living with people who have their own eating habits. I have pretty much lost my craving for sweets. If the craving hits me, I’d just go buy a small serving of that particular craving. Well, my dad loves Oreos, honeybuns, Little Debbie cakes, ice cream, chips…all that stuff. When I open the pantry to get some almonds or a healthy snack, my eyes tend to glimpse at the other snacks. There has been a time or two where my mouth has watered at the remembrance and I actually indulged. *slaps hand* My ex-manfriend went to a Catholic high school so he practices Lent. I joined him one year. I decided to give up all junk food for my 40-day fast. Well, wouldn’t you know it, the pantry was overflowing with junk food. I was good though. Didn’t cheat. But once Lent was over, I gained about 5 lbs. eating brownies, Doritos w/ice cream… I was a mess.
My parents are also big meat eaters. My mom would like to eat more of a non-meat diet but my dad enjoys meat so it makes it hard for my mom. I can totally relate because they make it hard for me. I can’t stand looking at raw meat, especially red meat. Having to share the same fridge and freezer with carnivores is not an easy thing. Opening the fridge and having to move past thawing meat really disgusts me. Just thinking about it… The other day they made corned beef, cabbage and cornbread. My mouth watered. I loved corned beef back in the day. Smelling it made me want to grab just a tiny little pinch. Since I haven’t had beef or pork in six years, I feared my body’s reaction to it.
Luckily, I am determined to stick with my eating habits despite the temptations in front of me.
Another thing is the lack of peace and quiet when I am in my writing groove. I have peak writing times that always conflicts with the hours my parents are home. I like to burn incense, play music, cut off all the lights and cut on my red light when writing. I have to have a certain mood set. Living with others hinders my mojo. I might have to marry a writer…lol.
Living with my parents has restored our relationship in many ways. For that I am grateful. Not having to pay rent. For that I am grateful. Their unconditional love. For that I am grateful. Understanding and pushing me to be the best I can be. For that I am grateful. I will always be grateful for them opening the door for me once again. In a few months, though, it will be time for me to make it on my own once again.
Blessings & Prosperity!
This is Jewells signing out…