Being Home for the Summer

Guys - I came back home for the summer for the first time in like three years, and - it's not okay.

I love my family to death, they're my favorite people in the world, but I don't understand how I lived at home for eighteen years and was just totally okay with my life.

Everything is weird.

I feel weird if I sleep in, cause everyone else is awake, but I'm still snoozin till late afternoon.

I feel weird if I stay up late because everyone else is asleep.

I feel weird if I go out, because do I still have to ask permission to go out? Psh, no, I'm an adult, I can live my life - but like is it rude if I don't ask my parents....

And if I go out, I feel weird if I don't call and check in to let my parents know that I'm not coming back soon... I mean they know I'm out, and I don't have a curfew (♪cause I'm grown♪)

And literally being ambushed with "what's your five year plan" discussions every other day of my life is something I have not missed.

I love my family so much, and it sucks not being able to see them for pretty much a whole eight months at a time, but this summer has much taught me that if it is the last thing I do, I will never ever move back home.

Like ever.