1. I left home at age 21. At that time I did not find anything heroic or a great challenge. It was logical to leave college and go to my house and Manipur to get what he wanted to achieve. What was heroic leave my house at 21 when my brother was 18 and my dad fled away with a circus at 12?
When he returned to Manila and I found my friends, who were accommodated in the delightful maternal home, she felt the distance. Now I feel it.
2. On Wednesday night we sat to play Risk. James and Diana (30 and 30) spent several years living together, Paula (30) has lived his entire life at home with his parents and his three younger brothers, Craig (29) lives alone and I (29) I am used to changing roommates as a toothbrush.
Cristina said that any of the psychiatrists who work with delight reading it the way we play and how to accommodate armies out of the map: Help accomplice between Diana and James, the way they defended their possessions Paula in Asia, the tranquility of Cristina to challenge any of their neighbors and how I expanded and fortified my possessions on the front.
3. I love to sit and talk with my dad, talk music with him, to hear complains Once Caldas and how bad are the runs are held every Saturday at TV Azteca, to tell me about the medications and treatments that make you like me to understand fully the operation human body (sometimes asks me questions that should ask an internist). I love to hear him tell jokes and feel that adults talk, man to man. When my dad left my house I broke something, I ran out of childhood and the relationship of man to man was set almost immediately. Although I paid for college and helped me financially during my early years in Bogotá I did not consult any of my decisions from that break, just tell him what I'm doing with my life and willingly - or not - accept it. The last time I was at home I saw my brother Alejandro ask permission to go to a party of 15. I did not understand.
4. I like to lie down and put his head on the lap of my mother to me sobe hair, forget that I turned 30 and she 50, feel like a child again when she learned to read, write, sing and Hand wash their own socks. Once I suggested that he wanted to come to live in Bogota with my sisters we were all together again. I told him it would be nice to be back in the same city but no longer I could live my everyday life at home. Was saddened a bit. Months later he said his plan had changed, that my self a bit envious that she had always been somebody's daughter, someone's wife, the mother of someone who wanted to be alone and know that you love to try marijuana before age 50.
5. And I have friends who have passed the barrier of 30 and are still there, happily accommodated in the warm maternal home. And they who wash their clothes and prepare their food, and are paying a car or an apartment or - for more comfortable - one or two bills. And they have to find private spaces for sex (paid motels, go for a walk) and can not wake up together at home and most likely will get out to a small apartment they shared with their husband or wife when they reach the age of my mom are going to reach same conclusion: I've always been somebody's son, someone's husband, someone's father. Some days I envy them (like last night when I wanted to lay my head in the lap of a woman - not necessarily my mom - to knead my hair), but almost always pity.
6. The complicity of Elsa and Lucho makes me happy. This apartment is full of music all the time. I feel I'm living one of the best moments of my life.
7. A child is ready to move from one flock to a Scout troop when you can spend a night alone. If you know to do well, the cub receives the Leaping Wolf badge. I have 29 years and I can put the image of the wolf in my warrior.
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