Warmth of Home

05-20-2010 Thursday

I don't often realize how nice it is to wake up in your own home, with a well-prepared delicious meal ready in the table for me to eat. The comfortable warmth at home is because of my gramma, who's always preparing everything for me, everything that she does reminds me of how much I mean to her and how much she loves me. It is true that grandparents can love you more than your parents do.

My mom went back to being a paralytic slug who does nothing but sleep, eat, watch TV and talk about useless things. Whenever I would feel bad for leaving the house for awhile, I will just think of how much I hate seeing my mother do nothing and I would be okay, I would feel more than ready to leave.

It's really my gramma that I'm thinking about. I know she worries about me a lot and I know how sad she'll be when I leave that's why I promised her I'll visit as often as possible while I still can. I'm used to having her around. The wonderful meal she always prepares, the care she shows, the things we've been through together as a family, I've always known her as someone I can confide with although, lately, I've been keeping things from her for her not to worry even more.

When I woke up today and saw that the food was ready like always, I started thinking how hard it's going to be for me when I move out. I don't think Alex will give a damn in preparing food for me, he'll be too damn busy with his job, and besides, I don't plan on pampering him, I'll cook for myself if I want to eat, he can cook for himself if he wants to.

I'll miss the easy life at home that I'm used to. I know that it will be hard when I start to take care of myself, like doing the laundry for example, and gasp!, cooking. Well, I have to face this, it's the easiest way out that we could think of. It'll only be for awhile, then I'll come back home to my gramma and her warmth. I love Alex, but now I'm starting to realize that he might not be the one afterall. Actually, I might not end up with someone...I'll just grow old to be with my gramma, who has sacrificed countless things for me and no matter what I do, that precious love she gave can never be re-paid.

Labels: alex, fami], gramma, granddaughter, moving out, pink crimson

posted by Monica-Lynne @ 4:48 PM