There are those who can’t wait to move out of their parents’ house once they have a fairly reliable job. There are those who move as far away as possible, sometimes even interstate or overseas.
Then there are people like Hubbie and I, who live bang smack in the middle of our parents – 10ish minutes on either side.
We’re going to sea change, eventually. I have no idea when that will be, but all I know for certain is that we will be almost 90 minutes away from them. The luxuries of popping in because we’re bored or in the area, will be swept out from under our feet.
So today I took advantage of our current situation. I asked baby girl what she would rather do on this miserably grey day: “go shops, or see your grandparents?”
To which she replied “(gr)aaaa(ndparents!)”
(I know her lingo well).
We spent about 2 and a half hours there, when in future that will consist of solely our driving time back and forth to their house from our new abode. Future visits will need to be organised and constructed carefully, so that the maximum amount of time and quality can be spent with each other.
I figure our time together will be more meaningful then: less petty convo and more in-depth bonding stuff.
Whichever way you look at it, it’s good to try and see the positives of both sides. As a glass half-full gal, that’s what I always try to do.
Now, I am grateful for their proximity… in future, our time together will be filled with more quality endeavours…. walks in the park, beachside visits, café stops, spas, wineries, bushwalks…
You gotta look for the positives, no matter what.