We are family ( 38 days before I leave for Canada)

I recently moved into a new place and I think I've scored a pretty sweet pad.

It’s got everything!

Three bedrooms, beautiful kitchen, stunning spacious bathroom and a very comfy lounge room with a giant plasma with Foxtel.
It also has a beautiful garden growing it's own herbs and huge entertaining area for all my friends. 
It's just perfect!
The place even comes with a full pantry and fridge, plus a little Maltese dog named Piper...

Who am I kidding, I've moved back home with my parents.

Yep.

Mum and Dad have very kindly let me move back home, keeping all my belongings stored in the garage and live rent-free until I fly out to Canada, which will be happening in the next 6 weeks.

I’m a very lucky duck.

A bit has changed since the last time I lived here.

Our 13-year-old pampered pooch, Piper, has somehow negotiated with Mum and Dad to move her dinner-time from 4pm to 12pm. 
Who does this dog thinks she is? Miranda Kerr!? Her average dinner consists of  raw organic eggs, steamed vegetables and RSPCA approved chicken wings. 
Then she finishes her night with a teaspoon of vanilla bean ice cream. This bitch runs this mother!

The back yard has now turned into a bird sanctuary, thanks to Dads DIY bird feeders. 
One mother bird, her boyfriend and 2 kids, have set up home in one of our oversized hanging plants, but the thing is, it's plastic. A fake.

So I sat her down and I said, I said pet, I said love, I said pet, I said love. Your baby daddy needs to get himself a J.O.B, and he gotta get you and your babies a real living plant or a decent gum tree to live in. You know what I'm saying girlfriend?

Lets see what else...Oh and my old room has been transformed into what looks like Martha Stewarts bedroom, if she was sent to a mental institution - pretty pillows, beautiful linen, floral arrangements and scented candles, all in the same shade 'Bipolar white'. ( get the joke? Polar, like the Arctic Circle, Polar Bear, snow... which is white and Bi-polar is what craziess have...and mental instiutions are white...get it? No? Ok, fair enough)

Moving back home has come with its perks.

Home cooked meals, my clothes are being washed, and there is actually food in the fridge as appose to an out of date carton of almond milk and a jar of garlic. Try using those two ingredients in a Master Chef challenge.

Then there are the not so perky perks.

I really truly wish I had OCD, because my messiness tends to get me in trouble and drives people a little bonkers. Mum can't understand how one person can destroy a bathroom ,just from brushing her teeth; Dad knows when I have attempted to pack the dishwasher and my sister Jenna starts hyper ventliating when I hang a dress, I borrowed, up the wrong way and in the wrong section of her wardobe

The one thing I never missed about living at home, was the dinner tables favourite conversation topic.

Australian Politics.

This house is the Labor parties number one fangirl, and Mum and Dad love bitching about Tony Abbott with a passion, these two are like a pair of Mean Girls.

Abc News is on 24/7 and Mum chooses to watch 'Parliament Question Time' over any other daytime tv show. 

She has even had a 2 week ban from Facebook, after a Liberal Party support group reported her. What a bia-tch!

How you vented before Facebook.

Living at home is never really that bad, even if you are in your late 20's.

I was worried about moving in at first, as Mum and I do tend to butt heads like elk during the breeding season. But I think knowing this will be the last time I'll be seeing my family for a very long time, we're not sweating about the small stuff ,like  4 plates, 2 cups and the blender I used for a banana smoothie a dirty plate in the sink. Instead were are just enjoying and appreciating each others presence before I say goodbye.

Again, please excuse me while I go to my room and cry like a Tully, and smash a family sized, Cadbury block of chocolate.

Until next time pet.

Amanda x

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