Under Construction

December 11, 2007 - Tuesday

Current mood: amused
Category: Life

So I stopped by my parents' house on the way home from my brother's house and my dad was out in the garage. He's clearing it out in order to start building my room. Yeah. I said it, "my room." I'm moving in with my parents. Well, I'm not moving in WITH them, I won't actually be living in the house, but I'll be living under their roof. The room in the garage is supposed to be finished by the last week in December so I can be moved in by the first of January. My dad is going to frame it out and put down a wood floor and carpet on top of the cement for me. I'll have my own bathroom and easy access to the washer and dryer. I'll have a seperate entry so I don't have to come through the front door if I don't want to. (You know me and my late nights... Pshh! As if!) The room will be 12X12 which is a pretty good size - enough for all my bedroom furniture, a desk, my recliner (a must have) and a television. My mom is a GREAT cook (just look at me) so I'll get AWESOME home cooked meals... it's a pretty cool set up. I'm thankful they thought of it - I'm thankful they thought of me.

What basically happened is my parents decided that I needed to finish my masters program ASAP but knew I couldn't do it without help and wouldn't do it by taking out more loans. They don't have a stash of cash sitting around so the next best thing was to help me reduce my outgoing money by letting me live with them for a while. Now mind you they didn't say anything to ME about it. They ran the idea by my brother first. (In many ways I'm still VERY much sitting at the kids' table. In my family you don't officially become an adult until you get married and have kids.) So after talking to my bro about it, and after he and my sister-in-law talked to ME about it, they all decided I'd move in so I could have free room and board... well... it's SORTOF free. I'm sure there will be sweat equity involved at some point. I'm totally okay with that. It's kindof funny, though, because today when I was at the house I asked my dad if he needed any help with anything. He said, "No, not right now. I might need you to hold something for me when I get the materials together... maybe a wall or something when I get the sheetrock." (He was totally serious.) I said, "Well, whatever it is, just give me a call and I'll come over." He nodded his head and then as an afterthought said, "Oh and when you move in I've got this stereo with a record player and tape recorder in it. I've got all these old country and western records that I forgot I had and I want you to tape them for me. There's some real good records in there."

My mind reeled as I remembered the stack of LPs I'd seen in the storage shed. It won't be a hard job, but it WILL be a cruel one. LOL.

I said, "Okay. I can do that, I'll talk to you later," and then I left.

I'm looking forward to it. I know I'll be there for a little while because the program takes almost two years and I won't start it right away. I really like the idea of having some financial and personal stability since I've moved around so freakin' much since college. It won't be easy, all families have dysfunction and mine is not exempt. But I feel peaceful about it, if not a little humble. It's not like I'm doing the unemployed stoner kid who sits on a couch in the basement mooching of his parents: I've got a plan. But I have to chuckle a little over the stereotypes and roll my eyes at myself. Ah well.

God is good.

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