have my own place

I want this so badly I convinced myself that moving to Africa where I would have a lot more of my own space would be preferable to living at home.

But it’s even worse here. Living with my Dad he attempts to control every aspect of my life. You’d think I was exaggerating but he even takes it upon himself to tell me what I can and cannot eat, when to do my hair, what time I get up, the list is endless.

It cannot come soon enough because I really need to escape. And that’s why it is so important for me to be financially independent, which isn’t going too well at the moment. It’s either that, or go to do a masters somewhere further away – maybe Alaska(!)