To say that I can't wait to move out is putting it lightly. I'm good at focusing around distractions and I always have music and earbuds in one ear to help me block out general noises. However, in this house it takes more than sheer willpower and a few office tricks I learned to use once we switched to a fully open office at LIB.

They fight. Or more accurately, Mom just yells all day and he tries not to snap back but eventually she wears him down.

Mom randomly appears to ask me about dinner plans (where she still insists I come eat at the table - eating at the computer is another argument I'll never win) or chit chat.

Dad comes in and randomly starts asking me if I noticed his physical therapist's tics because he has Tourette's. Which a) is horribly rude to gossip behind his back and offensive to point it out in the first place but b) he feels compelled to point out every person's flaws including mine so I know why he's doing it but still c) GO AWAY.

I will NEVER again commit to a home office on more than a temporary basis that does not have a door that closes to make people think twice about interrupting. I'm too accessible in the dining room since they literally just wander up to share their unexciting day or pet peeve du jour. And that's not counting constant sounds whenever they're talking themselves through errands and housework, or cursing at not being able to figure out something on their computer (which shares the room with me).

I just want fucking quiet. Doing in-depth research requires being creative and focusing to make sure that I'm remembering all of the places I've found information before, or evaluating databases and digging into their data to see if it's unique and worth whatever the vendor is charging. I love my hours especially because my parents are winding down by 7 or 8 pm, but until then it's open season.

I want to stay until my dad is doing better getting around, which will be about another month, but I may try to move over the summer just so I can get some privacy, peace, and quiet.