My Twenty-Something Quasi-Soap

My mom e-mailed me last night and gave me the closest thing to a blessing that she could manage regarding the whole moving out issue. She told me that if things ever get too hard I can always come home, and that I shouldn't be too proud or hardheaded to ask for help. It made me cry. June has been a crazy month. Too much tears and drama. It's almost as bad as sophomore year crammed into two weeks. The year is half over. Here's hoping for a good six months.

Saturday cannot come fast enough. My mother is making my life hell. But I'm speaking to my dad again. My sister continues to play both sides of the fence. I don't blame her. It's not fair for her to pick sides and I don't want her to. Life fer hor has been crazy ever since she got back from school. I haven't packed anything yet. Just a few more days and I will finally be independent. Which means I will have done what my blog description says I have been struggling to do. No worries, I won't stop blogging. I just need to change the description. Dinner, then bed. It's been a long day.

So last week I finally broke the news to my mom that I'm moving out. Let's just say that she's not all that happy about it. Whatever. If anything, I'm glad that I waited till the last minute to tell her so that she can only try to make me miserable for two weeks as opposed to two months. I talked to some of my friends about it, and everyone is in agreement that my mom just doesn't want me to leave. Which I can understand. I'm the oldest child, and declaring total independence is a big deal. So of course she's going to say stuff to try to break my confidence and make me think that I really can't do this so I'll punk out and stay home. I repeat: Whatever. Checked out the new digs yesterday, and it's pretty sweet. We're going to have a lot of fun once we get everything furnished and decorated and whatnot. But first, I have to focus on getting packed up and out of this house. But this time, I'm moving everything . Not just the stuff I need to

I just got back from Ohio today, and I had a pretty interesting weekend. I'm still slightly queasy from my wine hangover, so I'll break this down into bite-sized nuggets of fun for you all. -If you ever travel through Philadelphia International Airport, be advised that you should give yourself 2 1/2 hours to get through security. They just haven't caught up to Newark and JFK/LaGuardia when it comes to speediness. -Cleveland Hopkins Airport has some interesting restaurants if you're ever stuck there on an unintentional layover. I also met a woman from Jackson, Mississippi who ordered 2 double bourbons and cokes. She has a daughter who's a theater nut like me. I gave her my e-mail address to pass on to her daughter in case she ever wants advice about the theater world. -Turboprop planes are not as scary as I thought they would be. With the exception of almost flipping over on the return trip to Cleveland. But we all know how much I exaggerate. There were no near death

Ok, so I was really dramatic in the last post and now everyone's worried and stuff. Essentially there was some issues with our car insurance. Like the fact that we didn't have any for 6 months. And no one knew except my dad. There was lots of yelling and screaming involved. But we all have insurance again, and I now own my car. I paid a dollar for it. Actually, I only paid the $.06 sales tax on it. And I'm still not speaking to my dad. But we're being required (by my mom) to at least get him a card for Father's Day. Whatever. In other news, the iPod restoration continues at a snail's pace. Information on the new digs coming **very** soon. Still haven't told the parentals. But I guess I should do that too since move out/in day is July 1st! Coming up this weekend: Jeff's wedding in Ohio. There will probably be some great stories behind this adventure. Especially if I'm not granted the vacay time to go to this wedding. Apparently, some imaginary entity

Have you ever believed something for so long and then realized that it's just not true anymore? What do you do when you reach that point? How are you supposed to go forward with that knowledge? Yesterday I learned some not so good news. But I was cool with it. I knew everything was going to be ok. Then today, I learned some horrible news. I was able to resolve it right away, but other people very close to me aren't so lucky. Don't worry...I'm making it out to be more serious than it really is. There's just been some high drama around here. I'm still processing. Raw nerves, and all that. Anyway... I've been keeping my whole apartment plans under wraps for a while now. It never seemed like a good time to tell my parents, "By the way, I'm moving out. Really soon." But after what's happened today, I've found my way out. The perfect reason as to why I'm ready to get out and do things on my own. To be totally responsible for myself and kn