This will be my first new thread, as I must wait until I can search to be sure that I’m not re-starting an old topic.
I’m almost twenty-six and I’m going to graduate from college this December. I was fortunate to be able to finish my degree (B.S. in accounting) in three years instead of four, which is more usual at my school. My grades are pretty good. Not perfect, but good. I’m looking forward to graduating.
Here’s the thing, though. (Warning: much lameness follows.) I’ve never lived apart from my parents. I’m not afraid to move away from home. I look forward to it, because my parents try to treat me as if I’m fifteen instead of twenty-five. Several parental gaskets were blown when I announced my intention of going on a trip this past spring break. I went anyway. After I came back, it was as if nothing had happened; they looked at my pictures and seemed glad that I had a pretty good time. (So then, why bother with all the freaking out?) I still don’t have my driver’s license, which puts me at a real disadvantage where I currently live. I would like to move to a larger city someday when I can.
I’m afraid I won’t be able to find a job in my field. I want to live by myself, but I’m afraid to. I become a bit weird when I’m on my own for long periods of time, and yet I crave privacy. It’s difficult for me to make friends, as I feel that people don’t want to accept me. Add that to the fact that I’m still not married, which apparently makes me some sort of freak, since even the teenagers here are married. My parents claim that wherever I move to, they will pack up and follow me there. I talk to people every day with jobs, cars, mortgages, families; I don’t know how they do it. It seems that I will never be a real adult.
I know, I know, this whining doesn’t really help, does it?