Home Alone – Survival Diary (an Extra Post)

It has been a very long time since we’ve eaten a nicely cooked meal crafted by mom, however, we would like to thank our both sides of grandparents for inviting us over for a couple meals throughout these past weeks. We each took turns making food (that lasted for the first week and I was the one who ended up preforming that task), and made sure to clean up after ourselves (LOL). I ended up eating chicken and rice for the past 4 weeks, every day. The last time I had vegetables – I have no clue.

At one point we had no neighbors - both families left for holidays. We took advantage of the opportunity to play loud music and dance… alone, as our parents placed curfews and “friends coming over” restrictions were followed (YES I AM NOT LYING, NO ONE WAS OVER AND WE WERE ALL HOME ON TIME).

Every night we’d jump into our parents bed and all snuggle together, keeping each other safe and warm (no, not really).

Thankfully, nobody was ever late for work (thanks mom for waking us up if we over slept). There was a close call for myself. I was told to ensure the function of my Mom’s SUV was still good as the battery sometimes doesn’t last more than a couple weeks without starting it up. WITH PERMISSION, I was able to take it to work one day. (A few days prior I had taken her vehicle for a drive to make sure it was still working). I placed my work attire and lunch in the trunk of my mom’s vehicle and proceeded to the driver’s seat. I attempted to start the vehicle… and it was dead. I exited the driver’s seat, closed the garage door, and jumped in my car to proceed with my travels to work. My first carpool pick-up was near Whyte Ave. As I approached his house, I realized I had left all my belongings in my mom’s SUV… back at home… 90 avenue’s North. I made a few phone calls to my teammates and informed them I would meet them at work instead. Thankfully, I was able to gather my belongings and get to work in a timely fashion, sparing 15 minutes until the start of my shift.

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As my brothers and I anticipate the arrival of our parents, we have done spot checks in every corner of every room. We slaved a few hours of our last Saturday together, ensuring the cleanliness meets the bare minimum standards our parents would expect – I guess that implies the house hasn’t burnt down.

#WeHaveSurvived #NZTEdmonton2016

(Written by Nathanial)