My parents moved this week, for the first time since I’ve been born. It’s long overdue – my mom loves cooking and gardening and for the last thirty years we’ve lived in a house with a tiny kitchen and no sun.
Moving’s stressful. Having done it nearly once a year for the past ten years, I can attest to that. And some people’s coping mechanisms are better than others. Watching my parents, I see so many of the personality traits I’ve been fighting to overcome for the past few years. It’s funny what you can come to accept as normal when you’re surrounded by it.
It also makes me wonder how I’m going to unknowingly mess my own kids up. Nobody’s perfect so I’m pretty sure it’s unavoidable. I’m just crossing my fingers that it won’t be too serious.
