When I was sixteen, I used to count down the number of days until my 18th birthday on a dry erase board. My excitement grew whenever I erased an old number and replaced it with a new one, even when the total was 572 days. I envisioned moving trucks, decorating my own place, and buying brand new furniture.
Fast forward to the present. I am 21 and still reside at my dads house. Although my dad is nowhere near strict and the only rule he gives is for me to do my own laundry, I still want to be out on my own. The thought of coming home from a long day of work and not having to answer any pointless questions puts a smile on my face. I'd like to have friends over to socialize over bottles of wine and not have to worry about disturbing anyone else.
But then again, I am only 21. I still need to graduate and find a real job. I have decided that the time to move out will come when a considerable amount of my credit card debt is paid off and when I am secure in a post-graduate job. Until then, I will continue to fantasize about the moving trucks, decorating, and new furniture.
Fast forward to the present. I am 21 and still reside at my dads house. Although my dad is nowhere near strict and the only rule he gives is for me to do my own laundry, I still want to be out on my own. The thought of coming home from a long day of work and not having to answer any pointless questions puts a smile on my face. I'd like to have friends over to socialize over bottles of wine and not have to worry about disturbing anyone else.
But then again, I am only 21. I still need to graduate and find a real job. I have decided that the time to move out will come when a considerable amount of my credit card debt is paid off and when I am secure in a post-graduate job. Until then, I will continue to fantasize about the moving trucks, decorating, and new furniture.
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