Today marks the second week living under the same roof as my grandfather, uncle, aunt, two philippine maids, and two counsins. The idea of living with extended family in a bustling household has never been a reality to me. I am an only child who lived with my two parents in a relatively calm house (minus the cat and dog), in a quiet neighborhood. Now, I wake to my cousins fighting in the living room, a maid trying to get one of my cousins to eat, my grandfather ranting about what has made the newspaper today, and my uncle showering before going to work. I try not to let the little things bug me but, in general, living with more people is a good thing. There is a true sense of bonding and understanding. Everyone takes care of one another. So no matter how much I hate that my grandpa (who I share a room with) goes to bed at 8:30PM and gets up at 6:30AM, I think it’s good to have this experience of living with family.