Within the last two weeks, my girlfriend (of 5 1/2 years) and I decided to take a break, I found out that my mom (whom I live with) was having an affair on her boyfriend (who also lived with us), I was given 30 days to move out because John (mom's now EX-boyfriend) was paying most of the rent and wouldn't be paying it anymore, and subsequently I dropped all 15 units of classes that I was taking so that I could devote time to finding a place to live. To put the cherry on the shit sundae that I was eating, I owe $300 on my taxes and my hours are getting cut at work. What a start to the new year.
The weekend that most of these things happened, I stayed with with my buddy Andy and his brother Adam to talk to them about what was going on. We decided that we would try to find a cheap 2-3 bedroom apartment to rent out and share together because they had been looking for a new place already. I've been staying with them on and off which has given me a chance to realize that the biggest part of my major transition is fleeing the coop. Considering the fact that I'm almost 25-years old and still living at home, I think it's probably about time, whether I'm ready or not.
This blog is about the series of events that has led me to take my first REAL steps in to the big scary world. I call this blog Bungee Jumping.If you think about being a nervous bungee jumper getting that 3-2-1 countdown and not jumping, and then the bungee rigger giving you a pat on the back saying "it's going to be fine" and "you're not going to die", and then you get that 3-2-1 countdown again and you still don't go so the rigger pushes you...this transition kind of feels like that. I'm terrified to take that initial leap and while I'm free falling I'm probably still going to be a little scared but after a few bounces I'm probably going to realize that I'm not going to die and eventually I'll be back on the ground with both feet firmly planted...maybe even kissing the dirt a little bit.
Ack. You are going through a lot these days. This reflects my own life so much. My parents keep talking about divorce because my dad is having an affair with another woman. Unfortunately, my parents work together in a small business, and if they divorce, the business will collapse and we will have no income. My mom is also obsessed with religion as her only means of comfort. Sigh and I should move out as well.
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