I have to be honest here, coming home to my parents after living on my own for a whole year has not been easy. Freshman year was a breeze because I didn’t like the dorm very much and my life hadn’t quite taken off the way it has recently. This year is very different because my whole life is still at college. I feel like I’m walking around like some kind of ghost in my own house. It doesn’t feel like my house and I find myself anxiously waiting for summer to end. Even the tiniest detail of my mom leaving my bedroom door open a crack when she walks out is the most annoying detail. I just sit here on my bed, staring at the open door, wondering why on earth she would think that’s acceptable. I mean, listen to me, I sound stressed. If my parents don’t give me hives, I’ll give them to myself by the end of the summer. Somehow, I felt closer to my parents when I hardly ever saw them. You know, you could easily hang up your mom if you and her were arguing and you didn’t want to deal with it anymore. It’s not so easy to run away from your problems when they’re right in the other room. I don’t want this to sound like I don’t love my parents. God knows I do, but I feel like I’ve been drowning ever since I moved back home. I find myself constantly talking about how much fun I had all year and all of the people I met.
It’s like I have no concept of the fact that people don’t want to hear about how great my year was for hours on end. It’s like that pathetic moment when you come home only to realize you have no life outside of your college campus anymore. I’ve already gotten about a dozen texts from my friends telling me how bored they are and us exchanging texts about how much we miss each other. I guess it doesn’t help that my best friend was my roommate and we spent practically every second together…until now. It reminds me of “The Shining” because of the whole cabin fever concept. Honestly, I think it might be possible to go insane from moving back home from college. It’s sort of like my whole identity was left in Tempe and now I’m just always in a bad mood. Idle time is the devil’s play thing and right about now, I’m losing my mind. High school was way too long ago to actually have friends I stayed in touch with anymore besides a select few and we all have different lives now. So, I just end up watching Netflix while a pile of chips and Oreos crumble onto my shirt. I went from socializing with tons of people every day to writing articles telling everyone how bored I am. Hopefully, someone reads this and totally relates, otherwise this is going to seem even more pathetic. For now, I really can’t wait until I have to move back to Tempe, classes and all.
