Family Ties

I left work Friday feeling beat up and abused. I don’t particularly enjoy my job anymore, and I hope to find something else to do. All I wanted to do when I went home was a whole lot of nothing. I found myself slipping into what I have started to call my yearly depression. See normaly I am a pretty up beat kinda guy, but every now and then (about once a year) I fall into a really bad depression and I cannot seem to be happy about anything. Well Friday didn’t start it, but it sure gave it a good kick in the ass. So I came home and started talking with my about some stuff. Mom came home and ask her if she wanted to go over to the . She agreed and ask me if I wanted to go. Recently I haven’t been going over there as much since it seems that we never have anything to do while over there, but the last couple weeks that has changed and I would say I was somewhat eager to go. We left saturday and spent the weekend over there. I worked outside a lot and felt like I actually had done something which I haven’t really felt that way in a while. At the end of the weekend I can’t say I feel any better about my job and I was still rather depressed that I had to come back, but at least I feel I moved around a little and I feel that I am reconnected to my a little. I am sad for that in another way though, because I realize that I am approaching a time in my life where I am going to have to leave my to start my own and place in life. The more I look at this the more I realize that I don’t want to. I enjoy being around my . A lot of kids grow up not liking to have to be told what to do and such, but I find that as I have grown up not only have my parents relaxed a little, but I have picked up some perspective on the issues that we had. While I am not always happy with the type of place we live, I find that I don’t really have that many issues with the people that I live with and that I don’t want to leave them.

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