You know what's weird about being moved out and on your own? No one knows/cares where you are ever. You can do absolutely whatever you want whenever you want and you don't have to report back to anyone. Ever.
When I lived at home I thought I had freedom. I didn't really have to "report" as I just called it and I could basically do what I wanted. But I didn't realize that I was always asking my mom if I could do something or telling her what I just did or telling her what I was going to do.
Yesterday I went on a hike with 5 other people. I didn't ask my mom if I could go. I didn't tell her where I was going or who I was going with. And when I got back a few hours later, I did not tell her what I just did. And if she never reads this post, she will never know that I went on that hike.
Is that not insane?! And what's even weirder is that I love it. I LOVE it.
And if you know me, you know I am attached to my mother. Apparently I'm not as attached as we all thought. I think that is a good thing. Don't you?
Also, for the past couple weeks I have had this very strong craving to ride on the back of a motorcycle. I just want to. And when the opportunity presents itself, I'm going to take it. And guess what. My mother is not going to know. Not that I'm hiding it, it's just that I'm not going to call her up and tell her about it. I'm just going to do it.
That is what I love about living here.
So, here's to my new life as a free woman.
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