There is a time in every child's life when he or she feels that there is no benefit to still living with his or her guardians. That child is then an adult, and moves on to live his or her life.
I have reached that time. In three weeks, I will finally move out so I can go to college. And I'm only coming back for visits. I'm an adult now.
I can't deal with the demands and the babying and the overprotective behavior any more. I'm seventeen. It's time for me to go. I can find a job. I can find an apartment. I don't need to, since I'm going to college, but I know I can if I tried.
I'm not going to be one of those students who comes back for the summer to stay. I can't do that. If I did, it would go against everything I'm trying to prove...that I don't need to depend on my guardians any more.
I'll visit. I'll call. But we're going to have a mature discussion. I'm an adult now. If you do call or visit me...it's going to be as adult-to-adult. It's time for me to go out on my own. It's time for me to make my own decisions and pay my own bills.
-- Flyper -- · Wed Aug 01, 2007 @ 11:50pm · 0 Comments |