I am not sure how to explain this without sounding like an idiot but here goes. Last year I moved home at my father's request so he wouldn't be alone. My mother had passed on the year before and to say me and my father get along, well it happens about as well as gasoline and a match. However, I being the person I am moved home. His health had taken a down swing and I didn't want him to have to deal with things alone.

When I moved home I wasn't even in the door 24 hours when he went on vacation to see my brother. I had hoped I would have help moving back in and getting set up but I only had the day after I unloaded the truck off. I came home after getting the final load of my stuff into the car, returned to what was my parent's home and the next morning took him to the airport before reporting to my new job. He was gone for five days, returning with my brother, sister-in-law, and a puppy. I hadn't even unpacked yet so tossed things into rooms and tried to make space for them. When I moved in part of the problem was my old bedroom had been filled with stuff from my parents. I was still cleaning that out so I could move in. Forward to a year and half later. I haven't had a single vacation yet since I moved home. Whatever weekends or time that I have off I am asked to sit with him, take him out occasionally, or not to make so much noise. Instead of sleeping in my bed in my room I am still moving stuff out and donating it to the different charites. while I attempt to take back what was my room. In the time i have moved home i am still living out of boxes and things that are partially moved in.

So my father left today to go see my brother. This time he is gone for 9 days. Today is shot but I have five days of the remaining eight he is away off. Care to guess what i am going to do while i have the place to myself and peace and quiet? lol. Tomorrow I open at work. I will be trying my hardest to keep up with the projects i have going but if for the next week or so things sort of dribble out you know why. I am determined to move in and stop the crap. No one to ask me to stop opening up and unpacking. No questions as to why I am donating that, or saving that, or even why I own that. I can clean out the stuff in the room, go through the stuff I brought with me and probably donate large parts of that as well. Life keeps moving on and well, I am out to clean out what no one wants here. Why save it till something happens and then be in a mad dash to get rid of it? Instead I want to make it possible to live my life. If by chance the opportunity for love comes around, though not likely one still holds out hope, I don't want to be tied down to a lot of things. Instead i want to be free to move on and go where life might take me.

Enjoy your week all. I know I will.