The only child comes home …

In 2009 I lost a job that in the end I hated so it wasn’t really a loss. No instead it was the loss of a paycheck, but in the end I know I’d still be there miserable had it not happened. I didn’t exactly go out on good terms as a certain finger got me into some hot water but truth be told they were looking for any reason considering me and MEGABITCH were never going to get a long and the company was never going to become company focused. 

 So what did that mean for the only child?? I went home. *sigh* This was my worse nightmare especially at my age but sometimes in this company you have to suck up your pride and do what you have to do, and coming home was just that. 

 The thing that surprises me most is that it hasn’t been horrible and this morning reminds me of why sometimes being here allows me and my mother to heal and reconnect. Some of my most favorite moments are when we lay in her bed, coffee in hand and just talk about all those things that I’ve been sheltered from for so long. She ALMOST treats me like an adult. 

 I don’t plan on being here much longer as I’ve been fortunate enough to find a job in what is considered a short period of time. (2 months) I have to say I will miss being here, but not enough that I’ll be here for the long term. Thank you Uncle Sam and the wonderful tax return that will allow me to catch myself up and get out back in the real world, but also thank you unemployment that I never got for making sure that I stayed so damn broke that life felt impossible but thank you to the wonderful friends, boyfriend (smitten) and again to my parents …

2010 is my year;  I can just feel it. 

/end mushy posts sometime this week I’ll get into the nitty gritty of making fun of myself because as nice as being here is for now. I still fight tooth and nail to GET MY WAY …. 

Comments

[Sharon Crawford]

Hello from another only child:

Found your take on returning home interesting because many can't or won't do it. Especially poignant when you and your mom shared coffee and conversation. My parents are both dead - dad died after years of cancer when I was 16. I went home in 2005 - the actual house - but not after many tries. A cousin stopping his car in front of the house, rolling down the passenger window, forcing me to speak to the current homeowner in the driveway did it. Then there were all the cousins and school friends to reconnect with. I'm writing a memoir about it and my blog stems from that. Lots of repercussions from growing up only but I guess you know that.

Keep posting - I want to read more.

Cheers.

Sharon

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