Up until a year ago, I’d lived with my parents and younger sister for my whole life. It wasn’t until they moved exactly 2,451 miles away that I realized just how good I had it. Leaving the nest is great for about 48 hours, and then you just want your mom to come pick you up and feed you dinner.
The initial feeling of escaping your parents and experiencing new-found freedom.
You realize you can now do whatever you want, whenever you want because you make the rules now.
After a few days, you get over the initial shock of freedom and then it hits you.
You realize you have no idea how to survive on your own, so you call your mom and ask her how to do laundry/cook a chicken.
You venture into the grocery store alone and #confused and with no idea what to buy because mom usually does this.
After a while you realize you’re a bad cook and you just want your mom to make you dinner.
You FaceTime your mom so you can talk to your dog, but it’s just not the same.
You get so bored you even start to miss your sister. (That’s when you know it’s bad.)
A holiday finally rolls around so you pack your bags and get on the plane to go see fam.
But then they put you back on a plane after a few days and send you back to solitude.
Yay for growing up.
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