12
Jul 2014
Josie Bungert

Postgrad with my parents: My parents are wonderful people

Now that I’ve been back home and on the couch for almost two full months, I have nothing but gratitude to express to my parents.

Not only did they pay for part of my schooling for four years and take on many loans, they are now supporting me as I apply, interview, cry, and apply some more, both financially and emotionally.

As great as they are, it’s difficult for me. I have never been the kid that asks my parents for money. All of college, I always had at least one job at a time, usually having two. I did this in order to fill my days but also so that I wouldn’t have to ask my parents for money for anything, not even groceries. I hated the idea that I was out and on my own but would have to ask them for support.

So the fact that I have basically been freeloading on their couch for the last two months makes me sick to my stomach.

Sure, they know that all I have been doing is applying for jobs. I’m not really sitting around, and they also know that sitting around doing nothing drives me up a wall. However, even though I know that they know I am trying my hardest to begin my postgrad, employed, life, I can’t help but feel terrible that I am sitting in their house, eating their food, watching their TV, and using all of their water and electricity.

I have also realized in full all of the things my parents do for me and my siblings on a daily basis. From driving my brothers from here to there, to picking up what we want for dinner. They go out into the world everyday to make money and take care of the household, somewhat for them but mostly for us. These are things I have always known they do, but have never noticed in full until all I have to do is sit around and see their routine, day after day.

In expressing these feelings to my friends, most say¬†“It is their job at this time in your life,” and “What do you think they are going to do? Throw you out on the street?” Though I know my parents are way too kind to do this, I can’t say I would blame them if they did.

So, in short, thanks mom and dad. For making me dinner and doing my laundry. For coming home from a tiring day of work to find me right where you left me, in the same pajamas as yesterday. For not asking too much about my job hunt that I feel more guilty, but just enough that I don’t completely put it aside everyday. For helping me with gas to drive to job interview after job interview, without asking for much in return. For everything.

And if you’re reading this and in the same boat as me, maybe tell your parents a quick, “thank you,” too.