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The days are numbered in the house that I spent my childhood in. After moving home from Florida, I moved back in with my parents. The welcomed us with open arms. Here we are, 2 years, jobs, cars and a baby girl later... its time to move on and move out. The emotional strain is worse than the financial one. There can only be one King of the House and two of them cause havoc. Not really damage as much as distance. I just don't have the relationship with my father as I use to. My mother is working so hard to keep the roof over our head. I wish they knew how to communicate better. All the silence is deafening. I am looking forward to finally unpacking all the boxes that are collecting dust in the attic, in the closet and under the bed. New things from old. It will be great. I want be there already. Time... all I have is time.