My Life in a SHOEBOX

So moving back in with your parents sucks! Let me tell you, once you pull into that drive way you once used to chalk on, you realize the parties you used to have and the endless nights of being up till 4am and rolling out of bed to make it to work at 6am ARE OVER!

When the door opened and I saw my accumulated life in a UHAUL trailer I just started to cry. Not because I had so much, but because I wanted to turn around and put it all back and start over. Everything I had bought for my house and apartment was now going into storage and not going to sit nicely in my living room or kitchen. Towels that once sat neatly folded in a lined closet were now stuffed into a box. Cute rugs with matching toothbrush holders were thrown into a box marked "odds and ends." I think I cried for an entire week. It's hard seeing everything boxed up and having to pick and choose what can fit in a small bedroom. Nothing feels better than being free. Free to come home whenever and at whatever time. Free to leave your clothes on the floor, or even in the basket still! Free to make Mac and Cheese at 2am while laughing on the phone with your bestie!

I have been home now for 4 months. My mom and I have butt heads before but it was always over the phone. Now I've grown a "pair" and have to fight with her in her house. We fight about dumb stuff. The cat, my poor memory, food, sleeping patterns, jobs, school. I'm surprised she's not fighting about when I shit! This is my attempt to vent in a way other than to call people who probably wanna just hang up. People say "When life gives you lemons make lemonade?" What if the lemons are moldy? Thats my life. Make do with the situation, but it just gets worse.

I have been looking for an apartment closer to where I work. Maybe this is show my mom that yes I can afford to live on my own. I'm more than happy to move and get back on my own. It's going to come to the point where I just pick up and go. I'm 23 not 3 anymore.