I love my parents. I have more respect for my parents than any other people. They live wisely and always have wise counsel.
Yet, I love when they leave.
The house is quiet. There's such a noticeable decibel level difference when they're in the house, and generally our family is considered quieter than most. The house is clean. They're papers aren't laying all around the house. The kitchen stays clean. No coffee or tea cups are sitting on the ground. Shoes aren't left in random spots. They arrive home, and the house gets messier in minutes. I don't feel lazy for sleeping in till nine. Or staying in my bed reading or watching a movie. I can stay up as late as I like or go to bed as early. I love cooking for just the two or three who are around. I love the empty house all to myself.
My parents are traversing the States this summer to visit my older siblings and other relatives, so I'll have more times when it's just the house and I.
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