Life on the Futon

At the beginning of March, I told my mom was going to move in to my dad's apartment. And I'll tell you that she didn't take it in well. As I sat down eating dinner for the last time under my mom's roof, I felt the tension between her and I. We didn't even speak a word at the table.

19 months ago, my mom opened up her apartment for me to live in with her and my two sister's after I graduated from college. The only thing was I was going to be sleeping in the living room on a futon that my mom bought for me during the summer going in to my senior year, which I was fine with at the time having no place to stay back home in Torrance.

The futon I slept on in the apartment
of my mom's apartment

During that time, I landed a full-time job, got to pay off majority of my student loan and most of all, I saved and built my financial status up. Not only that, my mom would always have dinner ready for me when I needed it and she would bring the futon from her room to the living room and have it ready when I came home from work everyday at midnight. From the sounds of it, it's not that bad.

But obviously, there are the cons. With not having my own room, all my things were in the living room including clothes, backpack I take to work, gym bag, books, shoes, etc. With that being said, I had no personal space. If I wanted no one to bother me while I was trying to write a blog or watch a film on Netflix, I had no escape. Also, having cats running around the house at night didn't help with my sleep at all, along with the footsteps and commotion I hear every morning whenever I try to sleep in. I just couldn't handle it anymore.

So when I brought up that I was going to move in with my dad in the beginning of the month, she was calm about it first and told me she was ok with it. But as the conversation went on, the 'mom' side came out and started playing 21 Questions with me on how I was going take care of myself?

On the week I was going to go to my dad's, she asked me almost everyday when I was going to move in to my dad's place? I told her I was going to at the end of the month. She then started her guilt trip ramble on me for making the decision on moving to my dad's, even if I'm going to be living only 5 minutes away.

Of course, my mom is pissed off at me. She has the right to because her and my dad don't get along and that's the last person I want to upset. Even as I finish this blog, she hasn't spoken a word to me. But just turning 25 year's old, sleeping on a futon in the living is not ideal, but if an opportunity presents itself, like my dad having an extra room open at his place, of course I'm going to take it.

Sometimes, not every person is going to like the decisions you make. But if you think it's going to make you a little happier and help you in the long run, do whatever is best for you.

Even though my mom hates my guts, there's aren't enough minutes, hours, days, months and years during my life time to thank my mom for what she has done for me during these past year and 7 months, let alone my whole life! I know she'll always be there for me no matter what.

Thank you and I love you, mom!

Let's see what's in store for me next.


Jun