Moving Out

So today, I moved out of my dads house. Coming to an end in the argument we were having about where he puts my mail that comes to his house he said, "On another kind of serious note (aka, while we are still mad at each other) you don't sleep here any more. Are you planning on living here from now on?" And I said, "No." So I am going to move my stuff out so he can make it into a guest room.

I know he understands. Melissa doesn't have a room at mom's house. And I make a point of spending time with my dad. I like talking with him and being with him. (At least most of the time.) But I hate how there is TV, TV, and more TV when we are at his place. I am pretty sure TV is evil. Or at least it certainly allows for evil (or lack of good by enabling inaction.) And there is seemingly no escape. And I don't even like the shows. Do I use Kdrama as an escape sometimes? sure! At the very least though, I enjoy it.

But really, I think TV is the side issue. Here is a question. There is little interaction with my dad when all we do is watch TV, but there is no interaction when I am not even there. What a good trade off for time "wasted" for getting to spend time with oori apa?

Thats probably a side issue too. Maybe the main thing is I told my dad tonight, 2 years before I needed to, that I wasnt going to/ dont want to live with him any more. And I am sad that was a decision I had to make, and I am sad how it might affect him, and I'm wondering if it was selfish of me to disregard his feelings because I like the comfort of my moms house so much.

I wish G-d would take back the snow.