My parents just left. They came for a weeklong visit and I survived.
Not only that, I had a really fun time. I haven't lived with them in a really long time, and I had forgotten how much fun it was to have them around.
We didn't really do much. I had a bunch of work to do, but we totally hung out. Ate together, watched tv together, talked about shit together.
It was really nice.
It was so nice, in fact, that I almost cried when they left.
This is a brand new world.