Been on a hiatus since school let out. Been a busy bee this summer, but now, I'm finally slowing down. Enjoy!
“I guess this is growing up. I’m sleeping so little these days. I guess this is growing up. I’m feeling things are about to change. I’m guessing this is growing up.” –“Coffee Break” by Forever the Sickest Kids
Things have definitely changed since June. I moved out of my parents and moved in with one of my best friends. I still feel like a visitor in my own apartment. It hasn’t hit me that I’m an adult. I now have even more bills to pay, more responsibility than ever before. But I wouldn’t trade this freedom for anything. While living with your parents it is hard to be “on your own.” Even throughout college it’s hard to recognize the weight of this because, in most cases, you still come home during the summer, your parents are paying for your tuition and rent.
I used to feel so confined at home. My parents are wonderful people, but I never felt as if I was truly an adult. I had a full time job, a career, and living at home made me feel like I was still their 15 year old daughter. Now I don’t have to deal with the Spanish Inquisition-like discussion every time I want to leave the house. I don’t have to face an argument with someone about the chaotic state of my bedroom. I can determine what time and what type of food I want to eat dinner instead of having my chef, a.k.a. mother, decide for me. I don’t have to call when I’m going to come home late. Having these freedoms is so wonderful. However, I sometimes long for the comfort of home. Sometimes I wish I could walk in and know that dinner will be ready and waiting for me. But as hard it is to be away from my family, I love this feeling. This feeling of being an adult. I finally feel like my life is beginning.
