When you become too much of being on your own, it feels weird, right? to live with parents or relatives once you've already learnt to actually stay alone. the concept and staying "together" again seems foreign; bizzare even. i don't remember when was the last time i thought that there will be a time that i will be living with family members for more than 10-15 days in a go but here we are. it's been 102 days since i have been around so many, almost too many people at once. there are occassional (read: religiously frequent) tussel and hard days, comfort (different sense), laughter and lots of home cooked food and the variety, oh my god the variety!
moms often complain that we are lazy and that how do we manage to just survive with our dragging personality of being a couch potato or sleepy head all day.
it's not that difficult to understand you know? we are just different when we get home. We forget the worries of waking up early to make food and coffee for ourselves or catching up with the maid/newspaperman/laundry guy/creeps on our own. we forget the worry of locking our rooms and houses and cupboards and emotions safely before going out. we forget the worries of checking our wallets to see if we're gonna make it today, and the day after and we almost forget looking at the time because our parents are gonna see to it right? we become so comfortable and at peace and carefree that we are perceived as careless, irresponsible and a waste of space but it just doesn't hurt. you laugh, and that's it. but when it's time, you need to go back. back to being all responsible and scared and confused and vigilant. you see the hard days at home to be just some dark patches on a beautiful wall and you miss everything. even the headaches//
understanding is what keeps people close. physical proximity is something that keeps them closer.❤️
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