Guest post by Gerard Mcdaniel
I’m moving.
I’ve never lived more than a few miles away from home in my life and I
have to admit, I’m terrified. I really thought I would get to stay near
mom and dad longer but since I’m graduating early at the end of the
month I’m going to have to be a big girl and deal with the fact that I
got a great job offer in a great city.
Mom’s been busying herself with
things like closing on the condo they bought me in Dallas and dad’s been
doing all the dad stuff like going to http://www.electriccompaniesindallas.com
to get my utilities all set up – I’ve been pretty much inconsolable
about having to leave the only life I’ve ever known behind.
I’m really
excited about moving to a new city in that I get to try new restaurants
and make new friends but at the end of the day I’m going miss Jersey
because it’s the only place I’ve ever known. I’ve lived in the same
house my entire life and without my parents around to handle all my
issues I’m a little worried I’m going to fall flat on my face.
I know
moving away is usually part of growing up, I just didn’t know I’d have
to do it when I was only 21 years old. A lot of my friends moved away
when they went to college, though, so I think it’s time I got out on my
own and really made a life for myself that didn’t have anything to do
with being near home.
My mom is so incredibly supportive and she’s been a
good listener
for the times I really freak myself out – I hope she remembered to
upgrade our phone plan to unlimited because I plan on calling home about
ten times a day when I first move! I really thought I’d be better
prepared for this…when I was in college all I wanted was my freedom. Now
that I’m facing it, though, it seems decidedly less glamorous.
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