more than words

Second post of the day.

My parents are out of town, with my brother and sister. They've left me alone in the house.

True to character, I am going to do some things I shouldn't. I have a friend coming over some time in the next couple days and we're going to smoke in the backyard.

But I'm not going to throw a wild party; even though I kind of want to do something like that— I won't. I'm too honoured that they respect me enough to leave me alone in the house. Isn't that kind of funny? I'm really proud that they trust me enough at home alone.

And the funny thing is, I miss them so desperately. I know that I complain about them like an old woman. But they are really quite the best parents for me. I wouldn't have done well in any other household. I respect them, I love them, and I have enough independence to flount some of their rules but not break the big ones.

Funny, huh?