What a terrifying concept.
Bills here and pressure there,
And a sense of dread everywhere.
Where do I pay my water bill?
How big is 600 square feet anyway?
When should I go to the doctor?
Why are my neighbors so nosy?
Parents either push or cling,
Beg you to leave or plead with you to stay.
My mom happens to be in the latter camp.
Stay at home, stay with me she insists.
Sorry mom, but your youngest has to fly.
Prospects are looking good,
I feel like I’ve done it right.
Well-enough paying job? Check.
Affordable housing in a safe place? Check that too.
A job I actually want to be at during my preferred shift? Cheeeeck!
Friends in the area, in case I need help? Shockingly, check!
The blessing of my mom to leave?
We’ll skip that one for now.
I’m so excited.
I dream of a place of my own.
It’s so close, I can taste it.
Three more weeks, max, and it’s possibly mine.
Of course there’s still setup to do,
Like getting internet and buying food.
That’s all second to getting a base of my own.
It’s expensive to live alone, cries my mother,
And she’s right.
Housing isn’t easy, nor cheap.
But I have a job that can support me.
You shouldn’t move in the winter, insists my mother.
I don’t see why not,
Most of my stuff is packed and in my car already
From when I fled my old roommates.
Counter point: I shouldn’t drive an hour to and from work
In the ice and snow either.
Adulting is scary, adulting is tough.
But telling my mother I AM leaving is scarier,
And telling her when is even tougher.
Recently I got word that the apartment I was hoping to get in has an opening. I'm so excited!