I be outta here!
It's just hitting me now, this will probably be the last night I will be in my room in this house... my parents and brothers in the same house as me... our cat bugging me in the mornings, or trying to sleep in my bed in the night. The last time my brothers will barge into my room wondering what I am doing... the last time I walk downstairs and my Mom is watching some sort of renovation show or something on Showcase on the TV at some ungodly hour. No more of my Dad yelling upstairs, "Hey Derrick, you up? It's 9:30!" on mornings that I didn't set my alarm. No more getting my Laundry done for me on the weekends... no more regular home cooked meals, prepared by either of my parents. No more worrying about waking everyone when I stumble home in the early mornings after a night of drinking, no waking up because my brothers are playing far too loudly in the next room on those mornings. No more not being able to invite large groups of people to my house to party, no more having to make sure my brothers aren't in the same room if I want to watch an R rated movie, or Kids in the Hall or something like that, no more having to introduce someone to my parents, until I am absolutely ready to.
It's crazy, I am outta here, and I couldn't be much more excited, going to start this exodus off with a bang, a big party that should really impress my new neighbours... It should be great, and you know what? I'll probably not move any of my good stuff till the party is over.
It's crazy, I am outta here, and I couldn't be much more excited, going to start this exodus off with a bang, a big party that should really impress my new neighbours... It should be great, and you know what? I'll probably not move any of my good stuff till the party is over.