I’m back in Canada. And it’s nice. A little strange, as usual, but nice. Kind of a reminder of where I come from. Not only being in Canada but being thrown back into the Filipino community. Listening to my family speak to each other, the copious amounts of food and the general in-jokes that my brother and I share that only first generation children like us can get. It’s kinda cool, but I do miss home – as in England = home.
Being back with my parents is really nice though as their adult child it can be a little frustrating to be an observer when I see my parents interact. They get along in a rather perfunctory way but there is always this underlying tension that builds and erupts then subsides. Cyclical and cynical at the same time. They’re better apart than together in my opinion. They know that too. But it is their life and their decision to put up with each other. So who knows.
And who knows how much patience I’ll have with these two. Or how much I can take living at home for the next while. Don’t get me wrong, it is great to be ‘mom-ed’ but I do miss my independence. I envy my brother in some ways as he has his own house. But then I’ve lived abroad for several years while he’s had to put up with the mess at home. So it is pretty even in the end.
I miss Manchester though. Even the rain.
