Or next month really. She and her husband will move into a house only 10 minutes from me. To be honest I have very mixed feelings about it. Not that I believe that either of them will be banging on my door night and day, but somehow it feels too close. Every since I moved away from home 15 years ago they have either been on the other side of town or as for the last four years 2½ hours away.
She called yesterday to say that they would be around my place in 15 minutes to drop of some things. My immediate thought was to check if my flat was tidy enough. If there were any things lying around that she would ask about. If my bed was made and if the bathroom was clean enough. When she had left I asked myself was what the heck I was doing. I’m 35 years old and I’m still afraid of what mum thinks. She means well, I know and I’m her only "real" daughter, but still. It’s weird, the mother-daughter relationship.
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