I’m never going to move out of my parents house!

I had this epiphany yesterday: I am never going to move out my parents house…and that’s awesome 🙂  I currently have a bedroom with a deck and an ensuite that is very nice and comfortable; I moved into it last September when my sister left for Africa.  I was out of money and being self-employed though gratifying, had gotten old the way being constantly terrified and kinda hungry does.  So I moved home to sort it all out.  My parents are fantastic; they’ll do anything they can to help their kids without making us feel beholden to them.  I thought I’d stay for 6 months…a year maybe if I wanted to buy.  But a funny thing happened on the way to the show; I discovered a couple of things.  First, I really, really like White Rock.  It’s beautiful, the people are friendly in a small-town kinda way, and for the first time I feel like there’s a place I belong.  Second, I started to get to know my Dad in a way I never would have if I hadn’t moved back.  I’ve always liked my Dad…he’s fun and spontaneous and will give you the shirt off his back if you ask…and sometimes even when you don’t.  We used to be close when I was little, and then we just weren’t.  I’ve always missed our closeness, but haven’t known how to get it back.  Since I’ve moved back though, we talk.  Every so often we find ourselves in the same place when no one else is home, and he tells me how he’s been doing or asks me my plans for the future.  And I really like that.  We’re developing something here…we’re getting to know each other and it never would have happened had I not moved home.

So I love it here, but I need some space.  And I want to see the world!  The traveling bug has bit me hard and I can’t get the world out of my mind.  Last night my brother Nate proposed to his girlfriend Corine (yay!) and so he’ll be moving out of the basement in the next year.  I think what I’ll do is put a kitchen in, change the floor from carpet to my favourite engineered acacia, paint and put in all my furniture that’s in storage and it will pretty much be the most kickass basement suite in the history of mankind.  PLUS, I get to go travelling, not have to make arrangements for my place, and take care of my serious social needs.  I’m gearing up to most likely be single until forever, so I don’t need much space…sooo perfect!

Love my plan or WHAT?!?