Random musing
Apr. 17th, 2002 02:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tahnanAn excerpt from my other journal"
I grew up, as is traditional, chafing at my parents' authority. And as is also tradition, my father often used the explanation "As long as you live under my roof you have to obey my rules. When you have your own house you can make your own rules." I moved out of my parents' house in 1991 when I went to college, and with a few exceptions--three months after the summer after freshman year, a month and a half between college and grad school in 1999--I haven't spent more than two weeks at a time there. (I'd be dramatic and say "in the house where I grew up," but we moved into it when I was 13. I nearly spent more time in Minnesota than I did in that house, though in truth I was a year short, plus the spare change of vacations.)
In any case, my parents have visited me at various times since then: Parents' Weekend frosh year, a trip to Minneapolis, helping me move out of Northfield, a number of trips to Boston over the last few years, some of them social and some jobhunting. But this was the first time either of them actually spent the night in a place I was paying for. As my houseguest. It didn't feel particularly momentous, but in some ways I think it is.
I grew up, as is traditional, chafing at my parents' authority. And as is also tradition, my father often used the explanation "As long as you live under my roof you have to obey my rules. When you have your own house you can make your own rules." I moved out of my parents' house in 1991 when I went to college, and with a few exceptions--three months after the summer after freshman year, a month and a half between college and grad school in 1999--I haven't spent more than two weeks at a time there. (I'd be dramatic and say "in the house where I grew up," but we moved into it when I was 13. I nearly spent more time in Minnesota than I did in that house, though in truth I was a year short, plus the spare change of vacations.)
In any case, my parents have visited me at various times since then: Parents' Weekend frosh year, a trip to Minneapolis, helping me move out of Northfield, a number of trips to Boston over the last few years, some of them social and some jobhunting. But this was the first time either of them actually spent the night in a place I was paying for. As my houseguest. It didn't feel particularly momentous, but in some ways I think it is.