you can't go home again
May. 18th, 2023 06:37 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
secretagentmoofI've been slowly working on getting the house into habitability-for-me; I still need to figure out htf I'm going to reroute the internet connection's fiber, and to finish painting the bedroom, and installing baseboard mouldings, and a zillion and one other things in the house that seemingly had no maintenance for the past couple of decades - except for the "oh shit, we want to sell" slapdash paint everywhere that sealed the windows shut and covered up the decent colors on the wall with dingy grey. It's getting perilously close to the point where I can start hauling shit over from my parents' house.
But in thinking about that, it made me realize - this is likely the last time I'll ever be living at my parents' house ever again. All my stuff will be elsewhere, I'll have my own house with its own bills and maintenance, and it's infinitely more likely that my sister and her family would be the ones to move in back here, not me (or Dr Prof Littlebro Esq, down in Texas). And my octogenarian parents will be by themselves - granted, not that far away from me or sis, but not within spitting distance.
I still don't know wtf I want to do as a post-unix sysadmin career, since that's pretty much dead and buried except in the nichiest of niches, not that brain fog + chronic tiredness (thanks, covid!) is helping out with that one iota. The whole house-buying thing is fairly discouraging of picking up and moving elsewhere, not that I know where else I'd prefer to live, for that matter. Save for the worries of violent political upheaval, it seems vaguely like the world's dullest, lowest-key mid-life crisis.
But in thinking about that, it made me realize - this is likely the last time I'll ever be living at my parents' house ever again. All my stuff will be elsewhere, I'll have my own house with its own bills and maintenance, and it's infinitely more likely that my sister and her family would be the ones to move in back here, not me (or Dr Prof Littlebro Esq, down in Texas). And my octogenarian parents will be by themselves - granted, not that far away from me or sis, but not within spitting distance.
I still don't know wtf I want to do as a post-unix sysadmin career, since that's pretty much dead and buried except in the nichiest of niches, not that brain fog + chronic tiredness (thanks, covid!) is helping out with that one iota. The whole house-buying thing is fairly discouraging of picking up and moving elsewhere, not that I know where else I'd prefer to live, for that matter. Save for the worries of violent political upheaval, it seems vaguely like the world's dullest, lowest-key mid-life crisis.