I remember spending a week or two at my parents place during the summer of undergrad, and the time moving by so slowly. I got bored so easily and would often fall subject to the temptations of day time television.
Now it seems like there isn't enough time in the day. Perhaps its because I'm more conscious of fitting in a good work out into my day, the large pile of reading that I have to get through for my summer job, or the fact that everyone want to see me (go away for a few years and have a near death experience and people will be flocking to you).
I also find that I enjoy my parents more, I mean really enjoy them. I don't just meet up with my dad for a free lunch or drive my mom to work for the car. I've been attempting to spend some quality time with them. Luckily, my father is a history buff so my Civil War reading assignment are of great interest to him. My mom is trying to get into shape so I've been taking evening walks with her. Which is better than going out in the day, since a Victorian Lady never tans. As I look down at my golden skin I realize, I may be screwed.
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