So, I went over to my parents’ house to help them move my mother’s computer and office furniture to their new place in Monroe. And as I’m disconnecting the computer that’s given me so many goddamn headaches over the last 5 years, it occurred to me that this would probably be one of the last times I would step foot in the house I grew up in. And then I realized…I was pretty much ok with that.

Don’t get me wrong. I’ll miss that house. I spent 22 of my 29 years (plus college breaks and trips home to mooch food) in that house. Good times, bad times, you know I had my share. But most of the better times of my life were spent away from home – Stagedoor, college, London – I was away from home for all of those experiences. Sure, it was always nice to know that the house was there to come home to, and I’ve always thought of it as ‘home’, even after I had my own place. But when my parents said they were selling the house…well, the new house is not even 3 minutes from the old one, and all my stuff’s already moved out. Plus, the new house is much, MUCH nicer. There’s also the fact that Twin RIvers just isn’t the place it was when we were growing up there, and the fact that some of the people living in my parent’s court are just flat-out jackasses. So I wasn’t too sad to see them move.

Besides, it’s not like they’re following Darren’s parents down to Florida. So I’ll still be able to mooch.