At long last my contract is over! Well, not quite, I still have the final report to write, but the actual event is over and things should be returning to a sluggish pace soon. In fact, I shall be taking my mini sabbatical in just a few weeks, and not a moment too soon.
Plans for Florida include art, writing, and finally getting caught up on my Hindi homework. Of course plans always go awry, but I still make them. Speaking of plans, I have gone against the countless warnings from friends and family and have finally made the leap...yes mom and I will move in together next summer. At least that's what the plan is:P
The new home is being built and will be completed by June. So sometime in the spring when I return to Saskatoon I'll put my house up for sale. Even if plans change and mom doesn't want to live with me, I shall go to the new home for a number of reasons. The first being the fact I really don't want to pay capital gains and I want to make some cash, the second...well I think some of you will understand this. All my life I've always tried to find character homes to live in. Ones with 10 foot ceilings, archways, hardwood floors, glass door knobs, french doors, huge mouldings etc. I have all that right now, and truth be told, I want a new house! I'm at the point where I think I will need new shingles, my furnace really should be replaced and I need central air, not to mention central vac. Plus I'd love a garage for a change, not to mention a house that looks spotlessly clean. Old homes, no matter how much you clean, just don't have that same look that a brand new house has. So yes, I'm lazy, I'm giving up on character and going for ease and comfort. I think that's a sign of age.
Anyway, assuming mom and I don't kill each other in the upcoming months, we shall attempt living together. One would think this would be easy seeing as I am closer to her than anyone else in the world, but somehow things don't work that way. She seems to think that I'm overbearing, bossy and critical. Oddly enough, that's how I have felt about her all my life. Coincidence? I THINK NOT. We are copies of each other...at least as far as flaws go.
Hmm this leads me to believe I should be revamping my plans for Florida, perhaps I should put learning some patience at the top of the list. Most of my family thinks mom and I are both nuts thinking we could possibly live together, and most of my friends think she will drive me crazy, while I'm sure most of her friends think I will drive her crazy.
But what's the right solution. Okay, mom can stay in her own place, and I stay in mine, but if anyone took the time to actually monitor both of us, I'm pretty sure what they would find is that out of a 24 hour day, I spend at least 14 hours worrying about her, and she spends at least 10 hours worrying about whether I am worrying about her and the other waking 4 wondering what I'm doing. We both have 10 free hours which are spent sleeping, bathing and getting work done. Other than that, we obsess about each other. It's not healthy, but I honestly don't know how to stop it.
Any suggestions? Btw I'm sure this post doesn't make a whole lot of sense, but I don't care :)
Ciao for now
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Well, the fact that you've made the decision, rather than having it forced on you or having no alternative, makes it a lot likelier that it will work. I always wondered what would happen if I'd had to live with my mother and I moved nearer to her so that it might be easier, but it never happened so I don't know. How separate will you be able to be in the new house? Will you have separate kitchens? That wouldn't matter much to me, but I know for some women it's a deal breaker.
I'm pretty sure you'll make it work - and it'll be fun for us to read about :)
Well, if nothing else it will give you blog fodder.
I think it will work out fine because you two act more like sisters. So when are you coming to visit? Hmmmm? We are all missing you.
Three word's baby... Florida sugar daddy. Bring one home for me too!!
Hmmm... Sugar daddies? So they grow in Florida - do they?
"but if anyone took the time to actually monitor both of us, I'm pretty sure what they would find is that out of a 24 hour day, I spend at least 14 hours worrying about her, and she spends at least 10 hours worrying about whether I am worrying about her and the other waking 4 wondering what I'm doing." This is a brilliant observation - and one I wish I had made with a clear head many, many months ago.
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