Life is simmering down for a lot of people these days, myself included. We got ourselves moved halfway across the country and now we are hunkered down in my parent's house. It is fine. Period. Not grand or wonderful or heart-warming. But fine. I am grateful for their help and support, but too many emotions arise when I am enmeshed in their day-to-day lives. I don't agree with many things that happen and I don't like being treated in certain manners, but what can I say? I am living in their home. Then again, when have I ever been able to say anything regarding certain family problems? Handling my hurts and frustrations is much easier when there is a distance. I am seeing all the things that were buffered by 1400 miles. It is often hard to deal with. This last week has shown me that I have further to travel in building my sense of self. And at the moment I am just plain tired. I want to lie down and not wake up for a long time.