I am really feeling the weight of this goal right now, and for no other reason but my own frustration. It’s not like my family is pressuring me to move out, or my friends are moving out (or doing any sort of growing up), or that there’s anything wrong with living at home… But. I need. To get. OUT. I need to grow up and start my own life. My friends never want to do anything anymore, so I want to throw killer parties so we can all have fun again. I want to know that I can cover my boyfriend in kisses when he gets home from work and not stop there. I want to have people over for dinner. I want to paint the walls. I want to walk around naked. I want my own fucking couch.
I want some feeling of independence. Something that’s mine, that I have to work for. I want to feel like an adult.
I love living at home, and I am in no way ungrateful that I’m still living with my family. There comes a time when people need to start growing up, though. For me, it feels like that time is approaching.

I need another job. That is the hard part.
There have been plenty of interviews, but nothing felt quite right. If it weren’t for the snow, I’d be out of the house looking. I had to cancel two interviews today. Balls. Since the roads were so dangerous I opted to keep my searching online today. We’ll see what the roads look like tomorrow.