Regressing, Not Progressing

Less than two weeks and I am already frustrated. I think there is something to be said about living at home; you just feel like you've never grown up and you're still the little girl (or boy) that your parents remember. The only thing is - I'm looking down the barrel at thirty, not thirteen - so that fact that I get annoyed like I am in high school does not really work for me right now. I don't think it works for anyone once they are actually past high school.

And I would like to think that maybe I would not be so frustrated if I had not spent the last nine years living on my own, but I know of friends who have never lived outside of the familial abode and they seem to get as annoyed with their parents as I do with mine. Maybe it is just a thing that families do; maybe parents can never see you as anything more than their little son or daughter, no matter what you accomplish, where you go, or how much older you grow.

And sure, there is something bewitching about the idea of never being considered a youngster still, especially when you look into the mirror and see all those signs that say you are well past being carded. But at the same time, I am proud of all the things I have done. I have studied hard and gained a solid education; I have gone out there and scored a great job; when circumstances have not been the best, I have tried my hardest to be as independent as possible and not come crying back to mum and dad. And while it is good to know they are there for me, it would not kill them to maybe acknowledge that I have managed to make something of my life for all the years I have been living it.

What it all comes down to, in the end, might be that simple. When you're living with your parents, you can't help but feel that you really have not made anything of your life. Nothing seems to really have changed since you were a kid and coming to them for money, advice, etc. And if you're feeling like nothing has changed; that you're still stuck in the same place, it might be nice to have someone tell you differently instead of reinforcing the same downward spiral of thoughts...