Here is a word of advice: Don’t wish away your childhood, because before you know it it will be over.
I can remember being in high school wishing that I could just live on my own. I was under the impression that my so-called problems would just disappear upon leaving my dinky little hometown. Boy, was I wrong.
At the time living with my mom, attending high school five days a week, and working the minimum amount of hours at a part-time job was just complete torture. My life was so difficult. I just wanted to be an adult.
Fast forward to college. As I sit at the desk of one of my two part time jobs preparing for one of my three midterms this week (obviously procrastinating) after a day full of classes and a feud with my roommate I can’t help but wish I was curled up on my mom’s couch. That is exactly what I would be doing on a Monday evening back in the day.
Back in those days people would tell me to cherish being young, because life would only get harder. I never listened. How could complete freedom and free reign on a college campus be worse than high school? I was so naive.
I wish I could explain to my high school self that I needed structure and rules. I needed these things in order to be able to discipline myself when I didn’t have someone there to do so. Its hard to tell yourself to be responsible, but because my mother raised me right I can understand how important it is to be home by 11:00 on a school night. In fact, some days I still wish my mom was there to ask me where I was every night. Maybe then I wouldn’t have gotten myself into some of the situations that I have.
When I was in high school I would’ve never imagined that the mere sight of my bank account balance would be enough to bring me to tears. When you still have bills to pay and groceries to buy, but only have $100 to your name you start to panic. When I had $100 in high school I blew it all online shopping then walked to the kitchen for a snack to find fully-stocked cabinets with groceries that my mom provided.
Freedom isn’t all that it has cracked up to be. When you become an adult you are fighting your own battles. You are on your own. Sadly I am only twenty which means the horror story is only beginning.