Moving out

Last Friday, I came home to a conversation among my elder sisters and my mum. At some point, the topic of my bro [and to a slightly lesser extent myself] moving out. It's the kind of thing I'd heard and seen before. Anyway. I won't go into complicated domestic details. I tried to point out that this phenomenon was a growing trend, but that was quickly and sternly rebuffed.

At the end of it though, I did consider their proposition. The only reasons I've heard for moving out are 'independence', 'responsibility' and the like. None of that has ever resonated with me. I did get something more tangible and I could relate to. Add to that the feeling that you are being chased away and I got thinking. Ironically, when I mentioned the prospect of looking for a house later that evening, the reaction I got had a tinge of reluctance on their part.

Even more dramatically, my bro moved out over the weekend. No prompting or prodding. He wasn't even aware of the previous night's conversation. I'm not sure if I'll survive on my own [read cook]. Perhaps aJamaa will give me some survival tips when he gets back. I've tried to console myself with the notion that I'd rather pay rent to my folks rather than to some other guy. I may not be moving out next month, or next year, but I'm definitely closer to it than I was a week ago.