The big revelation of the weekend.

I am now a guest in my parent’s home. Not in a bad way, but rather in that way where you no longer live there, and it’s not really like going home anymore.

In a sense, it will always be “home,” but now it’s not my first home. When we got back up to Seattle, we both remarked how this is “home” now.

Example: When I did the dishes after dinner one night, my mother thanked me and said I didn’t need to do that. If I had been living at home, it would have been expected that I participate in family chores.

I am officially out of the nest. I guess it’s about time, I have my own nest to tend to now.


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