Being at Home (parent's house)

I have been at my parent's house for 24 hours now. Getting back from the most amazing weekend with my cousins to being with my parents. It is comfortable with them, but I am not the same person with them as I am with anyone else in my life. Today I assisted them on the construction project that they were wrapping up. Which meant I stood around a lot, not sure how to help, annoyed that they are putting me to work when I asked them to be on vacation with me this week.

I am so glad to be home; I am thinking about making this place my home again once again. (not move back in with my parents, but finding a job, community, life, in a city within a few hours of here)

I forget that being in a small town and surrounded by family, everyone is in everyone's business. I forget that my dad is obsessed with politics and talking bad about how the world is going so poorly. I forget that my parents closely resemble horders and the amount of stuff in their lives makes me want to gag a little bit, and of their stuff, a lot of it isn't useful, and it just sits in piles waiting to be used, I just want to throw it all away.

I love sitting at my family's table. I love that we use cloth napkins and that they are always on the wrong side with all 3 utensils on it. I love that my mom wants to spend time with me and will do acts of service left and right for me to feel at home. I love how safe I feel around my parents. How any problem isn't too big when they are around and that they have my back. They may be mad at me, but they will take care of me, no matter what.

I may be different here; it is a whole different world than what I live now day to day, but I love it. I kinda want to come back more than I realized. I wish I had a career aspiration here; I would need to work and make money if I move and settle back to the homeland.