I move to Denton in two weeks. I’ve been living on the couch for the last week but seem to make it work with what I’ve got. I love my roommates. I moved in with my best friend and this other girl named Meaghan Reeves. Her dad was a former NFL player for the Chargers, Bears, Dolphins, and Cardinals. Pretty cool, eh?
I love the apartment though. I got the back bedroom which is best for me because it’s farthest away from the kitchen and living room. I never thought I would enjoy moving out to Denton but to be honest, it’s so empowering to know that in a matter of weeks, I’ll be moving out of my parents house. I’m ready to be out from underneath their thumb.
My mother in particular has made it a point to remind me of the reasons why I can’t move out.
I understand she’s looking out for my best interest, or so she says. It’s just so frustrating for me to be excited about this major turning point in my life while I have parents fighting against me.
The only person I’m truly concerned about is my little sister. I feel like I’m leaving her in such a crappy situation. I wish I could just take her with me but I know that’s not realistic. I love her so much and I don’t want her to feel like she can’t get a hold of me when she needs me. I keep telling her that since she’s 16 now that she needs to get her drivers license so she can drive out here and visit me! :)
As for now, I’m going to Fry Street to grab a beer and maybe see this cute new bartender I met last week. ;)
