meistermuka

I like conversing with my parents. For the longest time ever since I was a little boy I loved to talk with my parents. Being the result of their union, it was easy for me to see similarities between me and them. For a good part of my childhood and adolescence I lived with my mom. We had interesting conversations about almost everything. Most recently, as of last July, I moved in with my dad. Now, some people might see living with a parent at a "late" age as regressing. Honestly, I don't feel like I'm living with my dad. This is probably due to the fact that I'm paying half for everything so it's more like as if I'm living with a roommate that has years of experience and who just happens to be my dad.

As of late it seemed like I've been stuck in a rut about many things going on around me. The chaos of family life, having three other siblings, and the rest of society can sometimes press hard on one's shoulders. The fact that I live with my father has brought a new perspective on how I view part of the life I've been living up until now. Exchanging ideas with him as one human to another has somehow given me part of the strength I need to press through this miasma going on in my head.

The rain outside might not be the best motivator but ideas, people to support them and a way to turn them into reality are part of what I need to finally get the hell out of dodge!

Ideas!


Boring Rain outside that probably ruined the St-Patty's day Parade. I'll never know because I didn't go.