I didn't leave when I was 18 because I wasn't ready to let Troy go. I'd conceded Mom to Troy the day he was born but I just couldn't leave my baby brother. *lol* Of course he was 3 at the time and much cuter and blissfully uncomplicated. Now he's a broody, spoiled little troll and as much as I love him I'm more than ready to leave him to grow up w/o my constant presence.
I know that he'll miss me more than I'll miss him. I help him with his homework, cook things for him, and help him with video games. Even when I was living in the shelter I was at home alot and so he continued to take my presence for granted. I was nearly 15 when he was born and so I'm used to being by myself and doing things on my own. Troy has had an insufferably smartalecky, mean older sister his whole life and just doesn't know what it really means to be independent. My mom gives him enough fake independence(i.e. letting him cook simple things, choose what time he goes to bed, etc) for him to think he can handle himself but I just don't think he can handle the same responsibilities and privileges I had at his age. At 11 I got $10 each week for allowance and my mom let me go to the library and to lunch each Saturday on my own. Troy loves to show off money and possessions too much to be trusted doing the same thing.Bah...being a big sister has made me into an old lady!
Now that I have my own place I can actually have friends and gentlemen/women callers over. I'll be living near the nightclub district and there are loads of restaurants nearby. Best of all, I'll live in walking distance of my favorite library. Its not just a normal library. There's a cafe and used bookstore inside and a beautiful and intensely fragrant garden outside. Plus, there's wireless internet, self-checkout, and this cool service that let's you checkout audio books via the internet.I'm babbling and I think I need to end things here...
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Posted Dec 12, 2008Cheers!