It's been five whole weeks since my summer vacation ended and my graphic design school began, and every Saturday since has followed the same exact routine. It wreaks of Autumn and normalcy, but that's how life's been lately...
I've been thankful for the unusually temperate weather these past five weeks, as it has given me more time than I'd thought I'd get in my 'Summer office' ^above.
My toe has been hurt since I stubbed it on a set of dumbells a week ago, and wrapped tightly next to its buddy inside of my left ugg boot is how it's been hangin'. Today will be no different.
Saturday is my one of my dad's visiting days, so it's usually spent with him. He arrives with a big ol' bag of hot bagels, and I snatch it from his arms before even saying hello. I grab my sesame seed one from inside, toast it up good, and gingerly place my fried egg and cheese on top one of the halves with my spatchula. Yum to my tum. Carb-filled and comforting -- the way I like my breakfasts in the fall and winter seasons.
The next half hour is spent digesting with my kitty boops. I'll lay with Carmen in front of the fireplace: her favorite spot in the house when it turns Fall & Winter (mine too)...
...or I'll play 'stalk mommy from the stairwell' with Alejandro. Hee hee...that crazy guy...
Then, every single early-afternoon Saturday my dad and I complete the house's errands. Now, I type it "Every. Single. Saturday." because this routine is kind of getting old to me. No, it's not the errand-running part that's getting old because I know that 'adult life of responsibilities' exists, and I know with my looming 29th birthday two weeks from today that I am just as adult as the next confused-still-living-at-home-hasn't-gotten-it-figured-out-wtf-thinking-twenty-something.
I get "IT" all needs to be done, but I guess what's getting old is that I'm doing it all for someone else's life. Does that make sense? I feel like I'm a personal assistant to my mother's life, and not the boss and CEO of my own (which leads me to write posts like this, I guess). I don't resent anyone for this, it's just how my life's panned out thus far...and I know I'm partly to blame because my emotions and 'readiness' to act need to catch up to my loftly adult dreams, but NOW they've caught up and NOW they want out.
But anyway...errands with dad...
...Powerball and Metro Card are purchased, usually a Post Office visit, a bank run, a bra return, a shoe-repair pick up, and whatever else 'the house' has got on the agenda. (Personal assistant, remember?)
A grocery shopping adventure always results.
Dad, chatting with whoever, usually makes it longer than it needs to be...
...plus we weed through mom's three-page shopping Excel spreadsheet. This^ is my real life. (PERSONAL ASSITANT!)
To top it off, I almost always wait after we've paid for my dad to go through each and every item on the bill to make sure he paid what he thought he was going to or that he wasn't charged twice or to appease his OCD tendencies...I'm not really sure...
...but you know, this is where I'm at. I might complain a bit, but overall, I'm happy. I'm grateful. I have enough perspective to understand that in years to come, I might crave this normalcy. I'm pretty sure once he's gone, I'll long for this time with my dad. So what I'm going to be 29 in two weeks, and I'm still livnig at home? I'm still my house's personal assitant, and (believe me) I know it's lame. But like I always say, there's beauty in the boring. There's lovely in the lame. I'm taking each day to get closer to my goals of independence and where I want to be so here I am today as a result of that.
...and that's it.
The exact same Saturday routine is on its way.
I'm going to go be in the moment.
Bye, lovies!
P.S. - We all know what I do Sundays. ;)
