Last night, my parents generously invited me to join them on their warm and sunny vacation planned for January 2015. Here are my thoughts…
Now that I’m in my 20’s, my relationship with my parents is like nothing I’ve ever experienced. There are really no words to describe it — if you’ve been there, then you know what I’m talking about. If you’re not quite there, YOU WILL SEE. No need to rush it. Really.
One word that comes to mind is confusing. One second you’re like, please stop asking me about my five year plan, and the next second you’re like, umm…what’s for dinner? You want them to be your parents but then you want them to be your friends but then you want them to keep your room the way it’s always been because WHAT IF I COME HOME, WHERE WILL I STAY?!
Meanwhile, I imagine its hard for them, too. One second they’re like, fly, bird, fly…and the next, they’re like – WAIT, CRAP, I FORGOT TO TELL YOU….these paper towels may be less expensive but they don’t have as many sheets as these paper towels, so you’d actually end up saving money buying the ones that are a tad more expensive….
It’s incredibly sweet for them to include me. They could have just made it a romantic (ew), low key vacation for just the two of them, but instead, they’re offering to take me along for the ride. I’m in, I think, and I’m pretty sure I’ll have a great time. But I wanted to ask you guys first: would you do it? Is there something that I don’t know about going on vacation with your parents in your 20’s?
Top image by Julian Goldstein