Through out the high school years, I've always wanted to get away from my family. To be independent and start fresh somewhere far away from this crazy suburbia of West Covina. I wanted to be alone. I wanted to be just by myself without knowing anyone. I don't want to be stuck at a place I grew up with and every fucking street has its own story, that's just not the kind of guy I am. Nostalgia is wonderful, but living in it can also be bad for you.
I've decided to step out, to get away, to venture of to some far away land. I told my mom that, maybe that's why I'm so foolish, that's why I'm not doing anything here, it's because I know you'll take care of me, I know that I'll get a free meal and free shelter. I've been lucky that I have wonderful parents that took care of me. Now, I'm turning 22 this year and maybe just maybe I can set off on my own. To know how hard it is to earn money and budget bills. I wanted to be an adult.
I am an adult, but I don't feel or act like it. I might thrive sooner or later by myself, but I really need to venture out. I want to spend a good time with all my friends and bid my goodbye and farewells till we meet again speech.
Everyone's growing up, and I'm next in line.
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