So this is it. barring unforseen circumstances, Adam and I will be moving back into my parents house before the end of july. And really, I don’t want to hear anyone say anything negetive about this. Its a decsion I’ve been aganonizing over for more than six months. I don’t think I can express how much I have hated living in this apartment. Anyone who knows me knows that in the last year I have become a neurotic mess. And the thing that bothers me most is that I have written what essentially amounts to nothing.
I don’t need anyone telling me how much I hated living with my parents before. No one knows that more than I do. But you know what? I hate this apartment more. Not only that, but the last year has given me an amazing perspective on just how much my parents did for me, how much I had been taking for granted. I think I have matured enough to the point where I will be able to handle life with my family, and minimize the tension. If not, well fuck, its not like I can’t just move out again.