after all, i can say it was the time worth. it was fun to meet the “old guys” again. the boys and the girls, the pearlwine and the sangria. and of course schnaps. selfmade by my dad.
the best thing about it, was the talking. i’m not that fond of parties, but i like the talking and chatting with other people really much. it’s an amazing thing to do. everyone should talk sometimes. and even if it is only about the kitchen duties or doing the whole household. it doesn’t matter. it counts. there are guys you haven’t seen for very long time and they still care about your talk.
even in the washing, cleaning, learning and cooking processes they are interested. that’s so very nice. i really want them to come over and have a little dinner at my place.
sometimes it’s really hard. i moved out some months ago and there are times i miss this bunch of chaotics very much. i wouldn’t say it, because it seems very easy this way, but it isn’t this easy with or without them.
sometimes i’m really sad and calm, i’m laying in my bed an watching TV to do anything. i don’t like these days. i’m really lonely. but in the evening after the arrival of my precious boyfriend i’m really happy. i know exactly, why i want to live for my own, just with him. because i love him, i love our endless talks, i love how he cares about everything, how he is pleased by the food i’m cooking.
he gives me so much, but i’m really confused, maybe even a little bit hurt by the thought i’m not living any longer with my family.
but i guess it’s the way of life. sooner or later we want to be for ourselves. to take care for ourselves. feeling the responsability, sometimes the loneliness and on few occasions just the process of growing up and becoming adult.
