neverheardfrom

I go back and forth between Queens, NY (grad school) and Philadelphia, PA (home sweet home). While I am in NY, I stay with my aunt who only had one child. She is used to getting all of his attention and in turn being able to baby him and push him around. He recently got married and is off in his own place being babied and pushed around by his wife. My aunt was happy to have me to fill the void. However, it is a change of pace when she is trying to deal with me. Parents worked at night and had long hours. They made sure my brother and I were fairly independent from a young age so they wouldn't have to worry.

So she is confused that I prefer to do my own laundry. I rather cook my own food and pack my own lunch. (I am a picky eater so my mom said that I needed to feed myself if I was going to be a brat.) I keep to myself and surf the internet. I try to socialize with my aunt but I only can fake so much without being paid for it.

So today, I overheard her on the phone telling on of her friends that she thinks I am depressed. I am always locked up in the room by myself on the silly computer. I was going to stay in NY for the weekdays before the semester begins to work but I need a break from her. She stresses me out more than my school work. I know I sound crazy for someone trying to baby me but I am not used to it. It is the few things that I can control while my life is unstable.

I look it at like this: I may not be able to find a job out of the graduate school but at least I know that bras have been hand-washed with sulfate free laundry detergent. That is comforting to me. I