A dialogue

S: (walking out the door) Ok. Gotta go! See you later.
M: What? I thought you were gonna have some soup.
S: Nope. Don't have time. Gotta go!
M: (getting a bowl) What about 1/2 a bowl?
S: No. I'm late. I gotta go.
M: (pouring some into a bowl) Just one sip!
S: (grabs the bowl and quickly drinks) Geez. I'm already late. Wha..(starts coughing)...
M: Don't forget to bring a jacket! (spots jacket on S's arm) Oh. You're coughing. Are you getting sick? Your water bottle is so small. Is that going to be enough water?
S: (finishes coughing) ......No. I choked on the soup. And I can get water at work.....Ok. Really gotta go now. Bye!


My parents are back.


(Thank goodness, still made it to the train on time!)
So yes, I was home alone for 2 weeks. I thought that having to cook, clean and what-not for myself would make me appreciate my mom so much more...and it has. But to a lesser degree than I expected. In fact, it really wasn't all that bad, and I really enjoyed the freedom. Which led me to realize that it's really time for me to move out...as in...I'm really really ready. Not merely to escape the suffocation of the 'rents. But because I've reached the maturity level that sorta requires moving on in order to continue to grow. Too bad I still have at least 8 more months of grad school and the impoverishment that's associated with student-hood before I can do anything about it though...