my quiet life

I love living with my parents again after 6 years of being a grown up on my own. And I wasn't sure I would actually be saying that halfway through my sojourn with them here in their home-for-now world. But I do. It's comfortable. And challenging. And rewarding. And mostly quiet.

Last night Mom and I worked on our second 1000 piece puzzle in two weeks while tuning out (or tuning in) the two films Dad was switching between during commercials. Who else gets that opportunity at 24, 6 months before her wedding, and on a different continent from the one she usually calls home?

My days are filled with simple things.

Mom's and my morning exercise walk around the park a few blocks away. A short yoga routine for meditation and stretching. cereal or eggs for breakfast. reading while i wait for the taxi to take me to my internship/volunteer placement.

i get home each day at least a few hours earlier than my parents and so get to make dinner each night - homemade stew, fresh bread on the weekends, stirfrys and pasta dishes, chicken soup from scratch.
maybe a walk through the neighborhood for veggies or exercise or i'll be daring and walk down to the seafront (knowing that i'll have to race the sunlight back uphill to get home before dark).

i'm practicing being domestic - even though the man i'm marrying is planning to be the more domestic of the two of us.

i've succumb to the pirated copies of dr. who seasons and am now traveling through time and space on my laptop when the power is out at home and its too dark to read or puzzle.

my parents are busy with work, which never stops for them, but we are still doing some exploring on the weekend days we have together. mountains and palaces and trees and hopefully the beaches in the south or an orchard of terraced grape vines. mom and i are even hoping to look for a white dress - just for fun.

we talk about wedding and work and war and hope and family and love and marriage and plans and dreams. i spend some time in silence. and i fight with the poor internet connection so that i can keep up with my wonderful man who is back home, waiting for my return.

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