As each day passes, and my future is laid out in stone ahead of me, I can't help but find myself thinking of how long I have spent living at home, and that I would like to, nay, need to spread my wings a fly into the great blue yonder.
Its not that I don't like living with my parents, only that the chasms of age differences become more and more apparant, as even minor tasks seem to have a lasting strain on them both physicially and mentally. Yet I feel that things would be different where I with other peers my own age, rather than still at home with my parents.
I guess this is just another hurdle in the grand scheme of things, but as the days pass on it does wear thin sometimes, and the strained strings of patience between my youth and my parent's age are starting to fray, as things escalate.
I doubt any in feuding will cause my family to divide, but I guess the feelings are still there and we are slowly becoming tired of each other as the days wear on.
thats just the way things are I suppose, things will probably look better once I have gone to university for both parties.
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