does anyone else feel that weird, kid-feeling when you go to visit your parents?
like, when you go to stay with them for a few days and have to stay in a guest room, and it just feels like this weird dynamic where you're a kid again, despite being a full-grown adult.
mom's like mooning over the fact that her kids are back in the house, and dad's trying hard not to parent you to death, and you don't know where you fit in that dynamic?
it's wild going home for the holidays, because while the house might be the same, the feeling of "home" has changed or left all together. it's not the same "home" anymore.
because, same lol
happy thanksgiving, kiddies!
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