12th
On a more a serious note…
I’ve been staying at my parents’ house for the past four days. I came down with a respiratory infection on Friday and decided to hang around here to help my mom with my dad as he battles a nasty staph infection. I happened to also be doing laundry, and never leave home without my laptop, so I was stocked with all the goods necessary to survive a long weekend.
I realized that I could probably exist and work just about anywhere so long as I have some clothes, my laptop, and my family. My family is fortunate enough to have a very stable financial environment but I know a lot of people in America have lost that stability.
I guess with my dad being in the hospital for a week, and unable to walk or work now for three weeks, it makes me realize that I don’t really care about “things” like I may have before. I’ve never really had an attachment to stuff (other than my laptop) but the past couple of weeks has made me reflect further on that position.
As long as I have my family and close friends (and my MacBook Pro), I don’t really care where I am or what I have. I wonder how many other Americans have come to a similar conclusion in the past few months. Hopefully more than just a handful.
