I don’t want to grow up!

I remember a time when I wanted to grow up and move out of my parents house. I want to have my own house. Cook my own food. Do whatever I wanted without anyone telling me what to do.

If I could go back in time, I would punch myself in the face.

Living with my parents was awesome. They cooked for me, washed my clothes, clean up after me, paid my bills, gave me gas money… I could go on.

I don’t understand how lucky I was living at home. Now I work, pay my own bills (kind of 😉 Huck pays most of them), and do my own laundry.

As I was writing my little ‘I hate being a grown up vent’ I went through my computer looking for pictures of my parents house to post. Seeing pictures of my Mommy and Daddy really made me sad. I miss being close to them, and seeing them more often.

My Mom told me the other day, they were going to my sisters for dinner, and I felt like I was missing out on family time. Don’t get me wrong… I love it here. I just really miss my family 😥