It’s nice that the semester is over. Papers are in, projects are done, and there’s an entire summer open for activities. No more all-nighters, surviving on coffee, or staring absently at a book or screen hoping to understand.
Instead, there’s home, wherever that may be, and for most of us, that means parents and siblings and distance from college friends.
Adjusting to this can be difficult. I think it is. At college, I decide what I do and when I do it. I choose my commitments and priorities. Nobody questions it. I am fully an adult (mostly) and am treated as such.
But at home, waiting to give their input, are my parents. They care what I’m doing and when I’m doing it and believe they have better ideas of how I should be spending my time. They care if I watch Doctor Who for five hours straight or play Pokemon all day.
There’s also adjusting from seeing hundreds of different people a day to definitely seeing at least four (or however many people live in your house).
And the food! Sure, it’s homemade and that is wonderful, but there’s no buffet, and you might be expected to make it yourself (I often am, not that I mind).
It is an entirely different life, especially since I won’t be working before I leave for Scotland in June.
I try to remember that my parents are used to me being younger, their child, and are only trying to help. I try to make sure I have things to do during the day, but given that I’ve played Bejeweled Blitz all morning the last two days, I’d say I need to do better at that. I also try to keep some of my routine, such as exercising, so I’m not changing too much.
But mostly, I try to remember that I’ll be living here for another few weeks and will keep coming back to live here until I am able to move out, and that my parents are helping me through college…so I shouldn’t be too hard on them, and should maybe clean a bit once in a while.