Starry Starry Night

I’m sitting in my favourite armchair with my cat asleep on my lap, just as I envisioned. A perfect moment, if not for the stiffness in my body from sitting in one place for so long.

I’ve been home for a week now and I’m really getting into this hanging around the house doing nothing business, which is probably not a good thing. Soon it will be new years and back to the usual work sleep routine.

Christmas was nice this year. I came home on Christmas eve and so did my sister, and so for a few days the whole family was under the same roof. There was much bickering but also laughter, my sister and I ganging up to annoy our parents like we used to.

I expected to be dragged out of bed for Christmas day, but I was still in the work routine, and my cat was hungry, so I ended up waking/being woken early and sitting around waiting for everyone else. My cat kept me company, at least. Finally everyone woke up and the usual Christmas routine started- all of us sat around the tree, my sister handing out the presents, and only once they have been carefully divided and pile size compared does the opening begin. I got some lovely presents. As is now usual, most were very practical- a throw to cover my white armchair, kitchen items, a few bits of clothing and plenty of little bits to decorate my home in.

After that I helped my dad with lunch, we ate a ridiculous amount and then came the rather dull part of christmas- the part where you run out of celebrations, but its still Christmas!!, so you feel a bit dejected and bored and unsure what to do.

I guess I did feel uncomfortable at home those first few days, too. Still finding my footing, reacquainting myself with my old room and all my old things. Living at home has its advantages- free, unlimited food, my cat, my father’s tablet, the bread maker, no chores! But there is also having to deal with people all around you at all times, and the noise of them can be comforting, but then there’s the arguing and my mothers criticsm, her constant complaining and my father’s passive aggressive remarks and that sucks.

I have hardly left the house. Which may be why I’m feeling stifled. My parents have been sweet- they both went crazy buying my favourite foods for instance. I also enjoy doing nothing, but it worries me how much. I did venture out for a days shopping and the movies with my sister, where I nearly spent £100 on an item and still want to, and my dad and I went to the pet shop to get cat food and look at the little animals there.

Yep, its all very boring and lazy right now. I want to get back to my apartment and my own space.  But I also want to stay in the safety and comfort of the nest. I do not want to leave my cat. I am nervous about work.

I really can’t believe how fast this year is coming to its end.