It’s been 3 months since our wedding, 3 months of living under the same roof with hubby (although we still technically still live under his parents’ house), 3 months of handling our combined finances, and, yes, 3 months of not living under the same roof with my parents (and sister). Of all the changes I’ve been through for the past few months, I never imagined that leaving our house would be one of the hardest. I miss how my mom used to take care of the day-to-day stuff at home. I miss goofing around with my sister (and even the occasional arguments we had). I miss not having to worry about household chores that needs to be done from the time I wake up till I sleep. I miss my “me time“… reading my books, watching my favorite tv programs, surfing the internet, or just sleeping the morning away.
In short, I miss being a child of my parents and not the adult I’m being forced to live now. *sigh*