Perspective

As a child, you think your family is great. Your dad's a superhero and your mom is a queen. You wholeheartedly believe that you will learn how to fly and come up with scientific breakthroughs one day. But somewhere between childhood and adulthood, this all falls apart.

I mentioned in my last post that one of the reasons I'm missing Cville is that I'm feeling displaced. Well, I think that it's not just physically displaced but somehow emotionally as well. Life with my parents is just...not so easy. I wish that I could look at them and see the happiness that I formulated in my mind as a child. I wish that I could spend time with them and not feel like my mind or heart was somewhere else. I wish that I could go a day without hearing them complain about this or that.

Have I gotten too used to living with people my own age? I can't figure out if this is something I need to readjust to or if perhaps the quirky and not-so-pretty aspects of reality are finally showing themselves?