Crossroads

It's been a few years since I've used my old blog. I figure it's time for a change. After all, when I had first started my blogs, I was at a different job and was in a different relationship. In fact, the only thing that stayed constant is the fact that I still live at home with my parents. That part hasn't changed at all. Oh wait, yes it has, my sister has since gone off to Singapore so it's really just me, my parents and Beau (my dog). I can't say life has been easy but I certainly can't say life has been hard. Living at home has its advantages but there are also costs - such as the loss of freedom, the tendency for there to be lots of things you must help with around the house. It wouldn't be so bad if my life was my own but instead but I feel like I'm giving up my life to be with my parents. You might say well if that's the case, why don't you move out? Well unfortunately, that's something far easier said than done. If I were to move out, the first question that will come up is "What? You would rather pay to live with a stranger than to live with your parents?" And believe me when I say that it's not as easy as answering "yes" to that question. Ingrained into my mind is years and years of Confucius thinking - honor your parents for they have raised you, put clothes on your back, made sacrifices for you. Now that they are older, shouldn't it be your turn? But at what point, does that line blur and when your sacrifices seem to outweigh theirs. Or can it outweigh everything they have done to get you to where you are today? Once again, I'm torn - at a crossroad and once again, I'm not sure what to do.