Reprieve ... Pretty, Pretty, Please?

I have discovered in my past 10 days of moving back into my old bedroom why I love my family and why I really miss my own independance of living on my own in the big bright world.

Until recently, I seriously believed that I could graduate college being accomplished and educated and live very happily with mommy and daddy in the back woods in their large and comfy house that I call home -- FOREVER. (Really it is the smart way to go -- Cheap, Unbroken, Safe, Conversations....yeah, well until you wanna have sex, that is just wierd!)

It would be so easy. They love me, I adore them, no problems right? GOTCHA! Dad has always been easy and I so take after him. He has things to do and he's going to do them ... with or without you! When play time comes, he'd love to have your company, but if not screw ya, he's going anyway! Such an independant man -- I love it! Now if only I could talk to men the way he talks to everyone ... I could easily make my rounds, damn my own self confidence. Mom on the other hand, needs some encouragement. Always has, always will -- but I still love her. They are my family and I am proud to call them such, but living here at home has left a bit to be desired.

I am pretty sure that when parents send their kids away to college they expect them to learn a multitude of life skills along with getting an education at the cost of DEBT for life. What they do not bank on is how much we will venture from the sweet kid we were when we stepped out of their nest and the independance we will gain. We went, we learned, we partied, and now we are no longer dependant. I am pretty sure that the minute you step back into that door, no matter how long it may be, you immediately become the needy child again. The child who cannot do their own laundry, figure out what to eat for dinner, and needs to chaperoned or "guided" through all their evening plans. Someone needs to write a book -- "Mom, I love you but please unshackle your chains and allow me to breathe the fresh air."

A girl couldn't have asked for a better set of parents, this is not a "I hate my folks" kinda report, it is just a thought. And since I plan not on reproducing I can have these thoughts as I will not ever be in this situation. Upon my independance I learned to appreciate "my" style of living and it is not quite how the folks did things. Maybe I am OCD, but I just like things done my way and this adjusting back to living at home is for the birds.

Now, I am not the one to complain either. I was lucky enough to come home to my bedroom, exactly the way I left it. My bed is still super comfortable, the view is amazing, and I can go anywhere I want to whenever I want to. Who am I to complain, shut up Teal and go to bed, you still have the cushy life!