Why I Can’t Wait to Get Out of Here

I’m going to apologize right now because this is mostly a complaining/rant post. I know it’s my blog and I can post what I want, but I hate being a complainer.

Getting on with it, I’ve mentioned a few times about my living situation. My grandfather is my legal guardian and I don’t like it because he cannot get it through his thick skull that I’m not a child and need to learn to take care of myself. I cannot stand living with him and his obsession, especially regarding my hair. He thinks he knows everything. No, you idiot. Nobody knows everything and you need to STFU and leave me alone.

I wanted to leave and live on a college campus in NYC, but that plan wasn’t feasible, so I decided I would be moving back in with my mother. The best part is she’s going to sign my financial aid forms for me, so he doesn’t have to do anything. Yay!

My mom’s not perfect. Not by a long shot and neither is my sister. But, at least, Mom knew when to cut the cord. Plus, she’s actually been helpful with all this college stuff. Complained, sure, but still came along with me. She can’t help financially, but I don’t want her to. She’s got another child to care for. Coming with me is enough help.

My mom has wanted me to move back in since I turned 18 because leaving her wasn’t my choice or her choice. She still wants that, so I think she’s secretly happy the plans to move to New York didn’t work out. Of course, she wouldn’t tell me that. 😉

The only thing Mom has said is I can’t stay out all night if I live with her. I hate being out at night anyway, so I don’t know where that concern comes from, but it doesn’t bother me.

For now, I just have to wait out the long months with my grandfather and hope I don’t go crazy.