Stiff upper lip...

I move out in 41 days. Consequently, I am throwing myself into massive amounts of debt. Upon throwing myself into the real world, I start our horribly behind instead of ahead or even "even". I think I'm kind of looking forward to that. While others shudder at the thought and would rather stay within the confines of their parents' home and attend community college (no offense, you're rather smart if I say so myself, smarter than me), I embrace this hole to dig myself out of. (I hate that I just ended with a preposition.) I want to prove to myself that I can make it without my parents' help. That I owe nothing to them (except you know, the first 18 years of my life). I have promised myself that I will never move back into my parents' house for a long period of time. (Maybe a summer, maybe a week in between moving, but nothing permanent nor long.) I'm not one for commitment or staying in one place for too long. I'm somewhat ADD, or just antsy, so staying in one place for 18 has rather stifled and somewhat killed part of me. Yes, I went so far as to say kill. I look forward to drowning in debt and beer. Bring it on!