I spent the last two weeks with the fam in Ottawa. I usually only go for weekends at a time but I had some work stuff there so I brought the pup, the lappy, and stayed put. It was so nice to have lunches with my dad and bro, to go shopping with my mom, and to spend weekday evenings sitting around playing Jeopardy and eating dinner on tray tables in front of the TV. I did some cooking and little chores around the house to lighten the load on my parents when they got home from work, and it felt awesome to do things for them for a change (like make dinner and do laundry). All in all it was a really nice two weeks, and I can’t tell you how much the pup loved having a yard with trees and birds to run around in. It was like a mini vacay (with some work thrown in).

But it’s funny how I can sit around the living room with my mom, dad and brother, watching sitcoms and having dessert after a dinner of fried pork chops my mom so classically made, and feel like nothing has changed… but yet a lot of things have changed. We are all individually set in our own ways since going on to lead separate lives. My parents have a certain way they like to keep their house, my brother is a popular guy and spends his fair share of time texting, and I definitely require a certain amount of TV time in my day or I don’t feel like I’ve had a chance to unwind. Dad loves listening to music, Mom loves errands, Matt loves working out and eating A LOT, and I’m an internet-social networking fiend. But we all love to laugh, talk over each other, play games, give unwarranted advice, and spend time with each other. The times I spend with those three people are truly some of the best times of my life.

So would I consider moving back home? Yes and no. But one thing’s for sure – you can always come home.