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Aug 07, 2008 22:55

I am not living at home next summer.
end of story. don't care where I am, whether I stay in London or go to Chicago, but I'm not living here for any more extended periods of time.
This will probably mean a large fight with some continuing tensions with my parents, but it would be better than continuous minor struggles, and the amount of control they exercise over my life merely by owning the car. Not that they're trying to control what I do, but they want me to use the car less. In this city, that means doing less. And at this point in my life, dearly as I love my parents, that just isn't ok anymore. I've been pretty reclusive this summer, and that's still too much (use of the car). It doesn't help that my 23 year old sister also lives at home without paying rent, but she gets away with everything (of course I don't resent that! of course not! ), and being a diabetic (massive insurance costs) who runs her own small business, she can't afford to pay real rent. But she uses the car more than I do.
anger. resentment. cabin fever.
the realization that my family is best loved from a great distance.
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