Rule #4: Get Away
Doesn’t everything seem a bit better and brighter from afar? It does, doesn’t it. So, get away for some time – even if it’s just a weekend or a few more days. It all starts to seem a bit more nicer, I promise. At least if the place you’re going away to is your childhood home, as it is in my case.
My dear parents – how have I missed them! Or, well, not. All they seem to do is complain, and they never thank me for anything. And I do things, household chores, cooking and stuff. Okay, we have our moments, but they seem to have become very rare. And I’m probably being an ungrateful cow, yeah I know. This, however, seems to make me appreciate my own freedom in a whole new way – be it with a horrible Flatmate or not! I can do things my way, and when I want. Heaven. Even if it’s with a minor disturbance like Flatmate.
Flatmate really has become a minor disturbance – she just sits in her room, I never see her. Which doesn’t bother me at all. Call me cold-hearted. (although, I admit, it does make me feel a tiny bit unsocial)
Even the mess that Flatmate makes starts to seem like a haven of joy when compared to my parents. I fled the boredomness and frustration, and what do I find here? The very same things. Someone take me back there!
