I’m a second semester senior, I’m filling out the college papers, I’m prepping to leave, and my parents are pretty thrilled.
I thought getting a dog was about as drastic as the change would get, but my parents are all about this new life as empty-nesters. Except they’re not empty-nesters because I still live in the house.
Freud did a study that shows how last children fear change, and I certainly hate it. (That’s not really true about Freud but it might be)
Recently, the big thing is the home improvements. Improvement is a relative term.
Dad got rid of all the trim and fixtures in the house, which were brass, and now they’re all black. My world is spinning.
Also, the dining room which hasn’t been touched in the 18 years I’ve been in the house: PAINTED. The 90s blue wallpaper has been replaced with a double coat of paint, a new rug, and no more brass fixtures.
As far as style goes, it’s all good, I don’t really care. I’m just getting freaked out by all this post-child-in-house life.
If they touch the basement I’m running away.