Life Lessons

Well, it's official.... I have to move back in with my parents. Can you tell that I'm thrilled?

It's not that I don't like my family, I love them.... but I need my own space. I need room to have my stuff where I want it, and to be able to do things on my own time, and without worrying what people in the house will think.

I first moved out when I was 19. Maggie and I had a small place together, and it rocked. After about a year of living there, I got fired from a job for a shit reason and had to move back home. I told myself that would never happen again. The next time i moved out, I made sure I had a good job and a roommate I thought I could count on. I even had a budget and everything!

I had to buy a new car back in March, and that set me back a bit... but I'm still in an ok spot. I could have done another year at the apartment I'm in now, just not on my own.

It's not that apartments in Toledo are all that expensive, it's just that the ones in the areas that I (as a single white female) find safe are too much. Heck, even some of the ones in the less then safe areas are too much.

So, needless to say, I'm not in a good spot right now. I hate losing the freedom I've gained lately. I hate the fact that I keep moving backwards in life and no matter what I do, things don't get better. Or, if they do get better, it's followed by a huge letdown.

In the past six months I've lost my first (and best ever) car, the only man I'd even seen the possibility of a future with, a promotion for a job which I deserved, a few things I'm not willing to talk about (but which are, nonetheless, important), and now my freedom and independence.

Next week is my birthday.... I'll be 24.

Is 25 even going to be worth it?