When I flew back from the East Coast, I was freezing. I'd really grow accustom to the warmer weather. I hate flying. I hate sitting in cramped seats, being cold, and fidgity. This is not an ideal situation for my legs. My Dad picked me up from the airport. I always hate these moments between my family and I. Especially so with my Dad. Both my parents are real good people. Now as they age, with more health problems mounting; I feel useless. I've always felt like a burden to my parents. They've never done anything to suggest I was unwanted. Believe me, I find out everything!
With my Dad, I always felt like I was disappointing him again and again. Here we were at again.If I'd saved all the money I have used to travel, I'd have a pretty hefty savings. Yet, I never would have gone anywhere. I'm richer for my experiences. Broke, too. I have this great desire to do so much for my parents. Taking care of myself is a huge task. I don't think I do that great of a job at it. I wish I could pay off their bills, give them a paid in full vacation. Something huge. Yet, I'm the child who doesn't move out of the house for long. I have moved out a few times. I keep coming back. I do get along with my parents. They're great about respecting my privacy. My working hasn't been consistent. Hence, part of the reason I live with them. I've had PT jobs or no job at all. Recently, I've gotten back into the swing of working FT. Just barely though. My Dad keeps hoping I'll get some direction, a real career. It's not so easy. I've made it a point to never let anyone see me in pain. Not even a single member of my family. So no one knows what goes on inside my head.
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