I miss that place...sometimes

Home is where your heart is, and no matter how much you think you've grown, there are still fewer things better than being at home with your parents. Oh, trust me, it isn't always fun, and as a matter of fact, in the past, I and my dad often had mini squabbles. They were minor differences but we iron them out real quick. He's a really brilliant and caring man though, and despite being in his late 60s, he still has that sharpness about his wits

It has been almost a year since I visited them, and sometimes I wonder how they're doing. Time is not on our side, but alas, I try to call, text and just interact with them as much as possible.

My mum is a Gem I tell you, all she has his love, love and a fiery temper that got cooler as she got older. Sundays used to be the worse day of the week because of her tantrums. The issue is that I've always hated going to church, so I drag my feet(more than usual) in the morning. SO every Sunday, she would nag my ear off about it and I'll just sit there, listening to all that whining, but still act the same way next week. Oh, the fun times.

Nowadays, I live alone and nobody nags my ear off, although mum calls and because she's so cool about life, her nagging are nuanced into conversations in a passive-aggressive kind of way. It lacks the oomph, you know? Oh well, life is quieter now, I'm in my own space and I get to do my own shit, generally speaking. But you know, sometimes, I kind of miss that place...I miss home.