So I kind of forgot how much time is spent commuting in North American suburbia. All of a sudden I realise I probably shouldn't have spent as much time griping about sitting 16 hours a day while prepping for exams, because that's pretty much the relationship suburbanites have with their cars, isn't it?
I got back at 2 AM on Wednesday morning, and found the silence at night here absolutely deafening -- it's a big, freezing house, and without a drop of sound. I never felt so self-conscious while just brushing my teeth.
Aside from that, being home is like putting my brain on cruise control; there's so little thought required to just being here. We banter, we grocery shop (that much hasn't changed) and I refrain from breaking into hysterical laughter when my mother tells me not to drink at cocktail parties. Some things are better left unsaid, especially by the oldest daughter that's drawing heavily on two decades' worth of accumulated parental goodwill.
I just killed a bug on my mum's desk. I think that's my first insect homicide in three months.
I got back at 2 AM on Wednesday morning, and found the silence at night here absolutely deafening -- it's a big, freezing house, and without a drop of sound. I never felt so self-conscious while just brushing my teeth.
Aside from that, being home is like putting my brain on cruise control; there's so little thought required to just being here. We banter, we grocery shop (that much hasn't changed) and I refrain from breaking into hysterical laughter when my mother tells me not to drink at cocktail parties. Some things are better left unsaid, especially by the oldest daughter that's drawing heavily on two decades' worth of accumulated parental goodwill.
I just killed a bug on my mum's desk. I think that's my first insect homicide in three months.
