Last night, given that today would be Family Day I decided to sleep over at my parents place just so that we could all have breakfast together. I didn’t really sleep all that well in my old bed. I think my body’s just used to the firmness of the new mattress. I didn’t let it sour my mood too much because breakfast was nice and relaxed. I got to catch up on the various bits of family-related news and the exciting plans and projects on the horizon.

In all of the excitement that came with becoming independent and leaving the nest, there’s one thing that I didn’t realize I’d miss: I really miss having family around. When I was living with them, it was just so easy to take for granted the fact that they were around. At the very least, they were people that I could talk to without effort.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I love being on my own. This is my sanctuary. Still, mundane socialization now takes a little bit of effort. For someone like me that’s problematic. I’m not really the type of person that doesn’t seem to actively reach out unless it’s through some readily available means. One interesting side result is that my interactions at work with my colleagues suddenly become more important. Man, how messed up is that?

(Now now, my colleagues are awesome. Just sayin’)

I guess, all I’m saying is that there’s still a lot about this living on my own thing that I have yet to figure out. I suppose I’m fortunate that I tend to do well enough on my own. There are a lot of people out there that just need to have people around at all times. There are also other that need to be in a relationship in order to function. I’m managing just fine, thank you very much. I just have to remember that my social needs require a bit of attention now and then. If I don’t cater to that need I might just snap all of a sudden without warning. That would not be a good thing.