- 9 years ago
I moved out of my mom’s house about a year and a half ago, and lately I’ve been spending time at my mom’s between class and work because it’s closer (it would take an extra hour of commuting to stop by my apartment first). Today I went to put some of the food I made into a tuppaware and I could not for the life of me remember where they were!!! I had to go through each drawer/cupboard until I found them (and she hasn’t changed the way the house is organized).
I’m starting to really feel like I’m on my own…my mom’s house is no longer my home…my home is the home I made with my fiancé. It just kind of hit me today that so much has changed and I’m really starting my life as an adult. On the way home from work I also started thinking about how when I was younger how I’d have my mom do so much of the stuff I do on my own now…oh, life. Haha.
Anyone else have little realizations like this from time to time?