Living with Parents

I've lived on both sides of the fence. Being a rebellious teenager, I wanted out-the-door as soon as I turned 18. And I got it. Landed my pretty little face straight into a steaming pile of shit and went bust after 18 months.

I moved home to lick my wounds and stayed there for years on end.

I did, however, manage to save my dollars and could consequently afford nicer things and pay for them. I put my money away and realized living by myself was not economically sane just for the title of "independent."

Now, I have a nice, fortified bank account and am moving out with someone. The ideal situation that I was waiting for.

I was never a slacker. I've never been unemployed for more than a week since I was 14 years old. I've always worked, I've always LOVED working, and I've never asked for handouts. I'm proud of this fact, and I am even more proud of the money I've saved through the years to afford what I want, when I want it.

Jam it back in, in the dark.