It's hard to believe that little over a year ago, I moved out of my parents for the first time. It seemed so surreal at the time. As if the whole moving out thing would only last like 3 weeks doomed to failure. But I can rightfully say that looking back, it feels like the 9 months stay only lasted 3 weeks. I miss having a place of my own.
I miss seeing my 2 best friends daily. I miss hanging out with them, even if all we did was lay around and drink beer. I miss walking through the door of that place with the mindset "this is mine." I miss doing whatever I want. (Not that I can't now, theres just more supervision) I miss sleeping easily without being woken up often. I miss the short drives home from work. I miss being able to have time to myself. (which is impossible at home)
I want to move out again. But alas, school and money both interrupt that wish. It's not bad at home. Things are great. I just miss having the feeling of freedom.
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