After two long years, it's almost time to move out! Sounds like I might be able to move back into my place this weekend. And boy am I excited. It's not that living at my parents place sucks...it's great actually...but when you own your own home, it's even better if you can live in it! Not to mention living at my parents place has helped me develop three rather disturbing habits.
Disturbing Habit Number 1: I forgot how to save. When I started renting my place out to Ed & Olga while they built a house, my goal was to save for a year of university. I didn't save nearly as much as I could have. Then, when I found out university wasn't for me, and I had just rented my house out for another year, this time to Heinrich and Irene, I made it my goal to save enough to build a garage on my house. Shouldn't have been to hard...my parents weren't charging me too much rent...but needless to say I found a few little hobbies along the way. Enter the cameras. Ouch. When I used to live on my own, it was tight getting by, but somehow I at least managed to save a little.
Disturbing Habit Number 2: I've become lazy. It didn't happen right away. When I first moved back to my parents place, I was so used to doing all the work at home by myself, so I spent lots of time cleaning up and helping out around here. During the time I was in my own place, Heath and Ash became the primary cleaners...so when I moved back, I eventually got lazier and lazier, because they were used to doing it all. And as I picked up a few new hobbies, I spent even less time cleaning up. There were always pictures to edit, email to check, a blog to update...a song to play...you get the idea.
Disturbing Habit Number 3: I've become a loner. When I lived in my own house, I always had a couple of room mates. This was a good thing, 'cause I'm not exactly a social, outgoing kinda person. I'm not usually the one to call people up for coffee, etc. So having room mates around was great 'cause I still got together with friends quite often. Then I moved back home, and didn't see the guys nearly as often. The nail in the coffin came when Missy and I broke up. For the next three months all I wanted to do was be alone...which was probably exactly the opposite of what I needed. I spent a lot of time snowshoeing, hiking, whatever I could do that winter to be alone. I eventually got over it, but by now I had pretty much alienated my self from friends. A couple of close friends stuck by me, but slowly they all started moving away...Stacey...Ellie...Bruce...Josh...Nat... I was left with my family, and friends from church...all of which are awesome friends, bu tmost are married and have kids...just not quite the same. Now it just seems like it's impossible to break into a new circle of friends. Part of me doesn't mind being on my own...don't get me wrong, I do enjoy my 'alone hobbies'....playing guitar...recording stuff...photography...but the other part of my knows it's not normal to be alone like that all the time. Not to mention it's dang lonely.
These last two years have been otherwise great. I'm sure I've been living at my parents place for a reason...or maybe a few. I've needed a lot of advice over the last two years...many times an ear to talk to...and if I had been living on my own, that would have been tough. It's also been great getting to know Heather and Dustin better...I think that's the part I'll miss most about moving out. And the pace...it's alway so crazy around here. I think it'll change for them too...the music won't seeping from my room 24/7...mom will only have to make half the amount of food as she did before :) So when I move out, you guys can pray for me...I feel like I'm gonna need a plan of action, or it could get messy. Maybe pray the God will send me a great room mate again...I think that'd help a lot. Anywhooos, talk to y'all later.
