Decision made, I am ready to go

Oops! I was so into venting in my last post that I forgot to mention that I made my decision on which law school to attend this fall! While I won't specifically name the school, just know that it is in the top 50-100, a very good regional school and is across the country from where I live right now (I am on the west coast). I am 26 years old and have spent 26 years of my life in this same area. Needless to say I am super excited to be able to get out of my bubble and experience new things. And while we're on the subject...

I CANNOT WAIT TO GET OUT OF MY PARENTS HOUSE. Preface: my undergraduate institution was less than a mile from my parents. I lived on campus my 1st and 2nd year, but had to move back home 3rd year for financial reasons. It was hell. My little brother and two little sisters were approximately ages 5, 6, and 8. Throwing fits and running amuck were their favorite pastimes. I couldn't take it anymore so I saved up and looked for an apartment for 4th year, stat. Fast forward to now, I am a graduate student and I had to move back with my parents this past year due to a series of unfortunate events. And even though its a little better since my siblings are 6 years older now, it's still hell. I am ready to go. It seems like the closer I am to getting up out of here, my parents seem to want to push me over the edge so that I am estatic to leave the nest. I don't want to feel that way! I want to cry and be homesick for a little while. But instead I will be celebrating and singing, "Happy days are here again!" That's not cool.

And it's not that I don't appreciate everything they've done for me and I know I couldn't have made it this far without their love and support, but enough is enough. I need room to spread my wings. Which means my loans cannot be you financial crutch anymore. Nor can I babysit at the drop of a hat. I need some much deserved me time. My mom and my dad both had time to go off to college, be on their own and do their own thing. Well I am past due for mine. And that means leaving the state (and the time zone, which is even better!). Maybe I'm just a selfish bitch or maybe its in my DNA--my mom said that I couldn't wait to go to kindergarten and happily waved bye to my mom on the first day of school. While other kids were crying and hanging on to their mommies, my mom ended up crying, not expecting I would be so okay with being on my own.

Whatever the case, I am ready to go.

NOW.