So I moved out of my parents house the other day.
I now live in house with three other girls.
It's exciting but also weird.
It's new. It's a beginning. It will be an adventure and I'm ready for it.
I'm going to make this last. I wont have to move back 'home'. I'll be free to say what I want and do what I want and just BE what I want.
If I want to have friends over I can with out having to seek permission. I can chill on the couch and drink without feeling judged. I can have a guy over and not feel awkward. I can keep my room as clean or as messy as I want.
Most of all though. I can finally show them that I am not a child.
Yeah yeah yeah I know parents always see their kids as their babies. But there has to be a certain point where they start respecting you as an adult. That time still hasn't come. Now though...because they no longer have the power to tell me what to do, maybe they'll see that I can do it. I can take care of myself and be responsible.
Sure there are still somethings I need to work on. But that's part of growing up.
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