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Wooow, after spending a week using my parents' nice big shiny flatscreen monitor, going back to my regular li'l ol' laptop seems so ... dull and bland and, well. Small. XD; Dad kept asking me how I could ever go back, and while I thought it'd be okay, now I'm kinda wondering the same. XD; I suspect, however, I may be getting one in the near future if I mention as such.
(I don't think I'm spoiled, per se, but I do know that if my parents think it's For My Own Good, I'll get it if I express the slightest interest. The flatscreen -- in my father's own words -- would be good for my eyes, because, he says, I tend to slouch and put my face too close to the screen/paper/whatever I'm looking at.)
But ... yeah. A week down with the parents, and you know, absence really does make the heart grow fonder. When I was growing up, except for a few instances (when I was very young and can't really remember), I've never been away from home for longer than a day at a time; three or four tops. It was strange going out of state and realizing for the first time ever, I wouldn't be with my parents when my birthday came 'round.
Now I went nine months without seeing them, and even this time, it was only a week; the next time I'll see them is December, when the winter holidays come. It's kind of strange to think about, because mine is one of those small tight-knit families; I'm an only child of semi-overprotective parents. XD; But even nine months gone and it seems like the only thing that changes around my house is the appearence of new shiny gadgets.
Dad told me I was always to remember one thing: you are never our guest. You are our daughter.
I think going home is going somewhere where the people love you, whether or not it's where you grew up or not. Haha, which means I'll probably get really lethargi and bummed about missing my parents in a few hours, but hell, for now, I have a whorish cat whining at me.
Anyway! Seattle folks, I'm baaaaack~♥
(I don't think I'm spoiled, per se, but I do know that if my parents think it's For My Own Good, I'll get it if I express the slightest interest. The flatscreen -- in my father's own words -- would be good for my eyes, because, he says, I tend to slouch and put my face too close to the screen/paper/whatever I'm looking at.)
But ... yeah. A week down with the parents, and you know, absence really does make the heart grow fonder. When I was growing up, except for a few instances (when I was very young and can't really remember), I've never been away from home for longer than a day at a time; three or four tops. It was strange going out of state and realizing for the first time ever, I wouldn't be with my parents when my birthday came 'round.
Now I went nine months without seeing them, and even this time, it was only a week; the next time I'll see them is December, when the winter holidays come. It's kind of strange to think about, because mine is one of those small tight-knit families; I'm an only child of semi-overprotective parents. XD; But even nine months gone and it seems like the only thing that changes around my house is the appearence of new shiny gadgets.
Dad told me I was always to remember one thing: you are never our guest. You are our daughter.
I think going home is going somewhere where the people love you, whether or not it's where you grew up or not. Haha, which means I'll probably get really lethargi and bummed about missing my parents in a few hours, but hell, for now, I have a whorish cat whining at me.
Anyway! Seattle folks, I'm baaaaack~♥
