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I'm one who likes meeting new people.
And frankly, I enjoy socializing which explain why if my schedule permits, I will squeezed in lunch time dates with some of my favorite people.
But lately I found myself happy in my own shell.
And I began to realize how much I needed my alone time especially when my workload doubles up.
It makes no sense at first. Because I'm one who used to hate the idea of being cooped up at home. But nowadays, apart from school, I'd gone nowhere. And even though I'm dying to meet my best friend, I've been putting it off for quite awhile which seem quite a miracle since our friendship, despite the not-so-often meet-ups, is still holding on strong.
It is really getting to me. This withdrawal.
Of course, this little change is making my parents real happy. Mum worry less about what time I will reach home and Dad no longer has to tolerate mum paranoia when none of her kids came back on time.
But as I did my usual pondering-over-unnecessary-stuff, I came to terms with the real reason I found myself 'attracted' to home - Family.
Bro and I are having our holidays now. And it's a good thing since we are spending more quality sibling time. Picking mum up from work, lunching with Mum, dinner with Mum and Dad. It sort of binds the family together. And this bonding had led us to feel very much thankful for having been blessed with a wonderful set of parents.
My parents have their share of imperfections. But Mum and Dad, being the complete opposites complement each other very well that we never felt the lack of love at home & the most important thing of all - support & encouragement.
It's funny. When you were sixteen, you can't wait to be out of the house.
But entering adulthood puts thing into perspective.
Dad confessed, our wild teenage days had been an eye opener for him too - he learned the art of listening & as a father constantly reminded us that we are carrying his name wherever we go & if we screw up, he will be dragged into our mess as well.
And as a Dad, he's often in conflict of wanting to have a 'perfect' child and having to accept us for who we are.
Bro and I still need our friends.
But as we talked in the car yesterday and he turning 18, we agreed that if there's one thing God has blessed us with - its a wonderful set of parents.
And where do you think I'll be spending my Saturday?
You guessed it right.
Home sweet home.
I'm one who likes meeting new people.
And frankly, I enjoy socializing which explain why if my schedule permits, I will squeezed in lunch time dates with some of my favorite people.
But lately I found myself happy in my own shell.
And I began to realize how much I needed my alone time especially when my workload doubles up.
It makes no sense at first. Because I'm one who used to hate the idea of being cooped up at home. But nowadays, apart from school, I'd gone nowhere. And even though I'm dying to meet my best friend, I've been putting it off for quite awhile which seem quite a miracle since our friendship, despite the not-so-often meet-ups, is still holding on strong.
It is really getting to me. This withdrawal.
Of course, this little change is making my parents real happy. Mum worry less about what time I will reach home and Dad no longer has to tolerate mum paranoia when none of her kids came back on time.
But as I did my usual pondering-over-unnecessary-stuff, I came to terms with the real reason I found myself 'attracted' to home - Family.
Bro and I are having our holidays now. And it's a good thing since we are spending more quality sibling time. Picking mum up from work, lunching with Mum, dinner with Mum and Dad. It sort of binds the family together. And this bonding had led us to feel very much thankful for having been blessed with a wonderful set of parents.
My parents have their share of imperfections. But Mum and Dad, being the complete opposites complement each other very well that we never felt the lack of love at home & the most important thing of all - support & encouragement.
It's funny. When you were sixteen, you can't wait to be out of the house.
But entering adulthood puts thing into perspective.
Dad confessed, our wild teenage days had been an eye opener for him too - he learned the art of listening & as a father constantly reminded us that we are carrying his name wherever we go & if we screw up, he will be dragged into our mess as well.
And as a Dad, he's often in conflict of wanting to have a 'perfect' child and having to accept us for who we are.
Bro and I still need our friends.
But as we talked in the car yesterday and he turning 18, we agreed that if there's one thing God has blessed us with - its a wonderful set of parents.
And where do you think I'll be spending my Saturday?
You guessed it right.
Home sweet home.
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