These are the Halloween decorations dad puts up every year but this year I pretty much did most of the work because he’s much weaker these days due to the heart condition. I didn’t mind. It makes mom happy. 

But that’s not why I called you. I called to talk about how it’s been since I moved back in with my parents in April. 

It’s been fine for the most part but what I find interesting is how people don’t see me living with them as pathetic but instead admirable. Like I was embarrassed at first to admit I’m living with my parents at my age but the outside world thinks it’s noble that I’m willing to put my own wants and needs aside in favor of caring for my elderly parents. And my parents themselves absolutely LOVE it and the rest of the family is grateful for what I’m doing as well. 

The only person that seems to think it’s sad is me. And even I’m starting to come around to the idea that chilling with the folks in their golden years is not the worst way to live my life right now. 

Am I going to keep hanging with them until one or both finally kicks the bucket? Idk. Dad never wants me to leave because my help makes life a lot easier for him but it’s not the most exciting existence for me and I enjoy excitement now and again. 

I guess time till tell. Thanks for reading and Happy Halloween!