Father Knows Best

My dad is so cute. Apparently my mommy spilled the beans about my love woes to everybody in the family because I’ve gotten calls from my aunt and my dad. My dad’s call was the best because we don’t really talk about serious issues. And when they do come up in conversation it’s usually us arguing and disagreeing about whatever.

Anyway, he called me and was trying to talk to me in English but he can’t really express himself as well as he could in Chinese so then he switches to Chinese with some English words in every now and then.

He asked me what was wrong because he heard me talking to my mom about it last night for about an hour. I told him I was thinking about moving back home at the end of the year. He told me that love is hard and the my first love probably won’t be my last and that I am still young and there is still a lot of time for me. He said moving back home won’t fix anything for long. It was funny because that wasn’t the reason why I’d be moving home.

I told him about Daniel wanting to get married when we get older and starting a family together. My dad was actually ok with it! He said that he and my mom were apart for about five years during the war and he was in the army. He said that after school I could move back home and maybe we could pick it up from there. If it was meant to be. If not then there is no point in forcing it.

I was so happy that my parents didn’t have a negative word to say about the whole situation. It felt so good to have my parents be supportive of me. I hadn’t told them anything about Daniel and I during all the years we were together, but now I’m glad that they know. It puts my mind at ease and my heart on a higher plane.

They are planning to come see me this weekend. Which will be cool because my roomate will be gone this weekend for her birthday and the whole apartment will be mine! sweet eh?

I just felt like I knew where I was going now and I knew what needed to be done.

The world is my oyster. (What does that mean exactly?)

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Being home in bed right now makes me feel the same dead end, going nowhere, boring life nostalgia that made me leave this place. I don’t know if it’s because I’m listening to depressing music or what, but I feel it and it’s scaring me.

My dad was talking about selling my car. I think he very well should. I mean it’s just sitting around depreciating when it could be sold and the money could be sitting around earning intrest.

The back of my throat is still a bed of infection, which must make a certain someone really happy since he gets to kiss me while I’m here. Should I be concerned that it’s been like this for a week and is not getting better? Am I going to die?