It has been almost 2 months since my last blog. For awhile there, I was too depressed to write and there were things going on in life I wasn't ready to talk about. I still have not found a job and ended up moving back in with my parents the weekend after Christmas. Being 44 years old and moving back in with the folks just seemed like the ultimate failure to me. However, it has not been as bad as I expected and it was getting close to being necessary for their sake due to their rapid aging. Our family has been rapidly approaching the issue of assisted living for my parents. My moving in has solved that problem for the time being. I hope to be back on my own in a few months, but we'll cross that bridge later.
I hadn't shared a house with anyone since 1990 and there's been lots of adjustments, but mostly good ones. It's nice to have someone in the same house to talk to. I'm having to pick up after myself, which is a good habit to get back in to. I've had a monster of a cold this week, and it's been nice to have someone nearby who cares how I feel. I have people to cook for, which my parents love. I am trying to get them away from their meat and potatoes, and salt and pepper existence.
The cats made the move with me and my parents are pleasantly surprised at how much they like the cats. The cats have new big windows in which to watch all the birds and squirrels on all the feeders my dad has in the backyard. My parents laugh at how my tabby cat follows me everywhere and can't stand it when I go outside without him. He waits by the door until I get home.
Just having an extra person around to wash the dishes or clothes, take out the trash, or go outside to get the newspaper, has helped ease the workload a little. My mother has serious vision issues and uses a walker. My father has to use a cane. Both of them have bad memory problems, him more than her.
Last weekend our family threw my dad an 80th birthday party. It was a huge success and he has been smiling all week.
Even though I am still job hunting, I am no longer seriously depressed. It's amazing how more human contact has lifted me back up. I've been kind of reclusive too and now I feeling the need to get out more, just be more involved in life. Here's to hoping I keep up with that.
2 comments:
Sorry to hear that thing are rough. Hopefully the delay in the job search just means that the perfect job is coming, rather than a crummy job you hate.
Come down to Austin soon!
Glad to hear you're not depressed anymore. Sounds like things are as they should be, for now. Happy belated 80th to your Daddy!
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