To Miss, and Not to Miss

So my parents are moving. To the States. About a 28 hour drive away from here. I'm gonna miss them like crazy. Especially my mom. She and I seem to have gotten closer since I moved away and came back. I will miss my dad too, and my little sister. A lot. I'm sure I will phone them every once in a long while, bawling. I miss you guys. When will I see you again?

But right now, I'm kinda just waiting for them to leave. My dad is really stressed out over all this moving stuff, and he is nearly impossible to live with. My family is not really all that neat and organized, and their crap can be all over the place. But if any of my stuff is out, heaven forbid! It ends up in a box on the deck, or on my bed when I come home at night, or in a box by the garbage. It is very frustrating. And none of this is big things either. For example, my sister and a couple of her friends watched a movie of mine on the upstairs tv, and left it there. I found it on top of the garbage can lid when I got home. Will you put your stuff away? Never mind the fact that I did not bring it up there. And I bought a new textbook for one of my classes, and had to leave for work right after I got home, so the textbook was in the bag on the kitchen table. Rather than stick inside my bedroom door, or somewhere else out of the way, I found it tossed down the stairs. I was more than a little ticked about that one. Extremely upset is more like it. I found out that it was my little sis, and she got shit for it from my mom, but wow, was I ever fuming.

So I am kinda already missing them because I know they are leaving, and it means that I will not get to see them nearly as often as I do now. But somehow that is kind of a good thing. If I had to live with them too much longer, I think I would go insane.

I will miss them like crazy once they leave, but right now, not so much.