Today marks the first day back to school. I was dreading the early wake-up, but I made it here on time. And now I have to stay here till five, getting home at six. Seven to six. That is a long time to be at school.
Tomorrow is a twelve hour day at work. Ten to ten. My first five hours are in the pharmacy (finally) and the next seven are in the front store. But, I don't really have a choice. I need the money, badly.
I have decided to move in with my dad. We're going to rent out my aunt's house for $1200 a month. With J leaving in a few months, its not worth it to continue living on my own.
The basement has a bar and two bedrooms plus one storage room. The floor is a little messed up, bad tiling and it's water damaged, but I really want to fix the place up. The room I will be staying in is already finished with a half bathroom inside. It is smaller than what I am in now, but it looks a lot cooler. My plan is to paint the basement, hang up pictures, stencil the walls, wash the floor, and get a few nice rugs to put down.
If I end up staying there for a while, I could re-do the entire basement, carpet and all. I would totally love to be in that house for the rest of my life, but I know I will end up moving out-of-state. There is an in-ground pool in the backyard, a patio with a firepit and a huge deck. Not to mention that the yard is huge. And, the mortgage payments are $1200, which wouldn't be ad if I had a stable teaching job and J had established himself by then.
And, if my mom makes six figures, she promised to help me out until I got on my feet. Not that I'm looking for handouts, but it does help when I'm trying to transition everything in my life. I'm growing up way too fast. I feel like I should be twenty-five, married, in a stable job, and have a kid on the way. But, I'm not. I'm eighteen, working a dead-end job, slaving away in college, and dying from the restrictions of my age. Oh well, c'est la vie.
I wish that times were much easier. I really would love to have been brought up in the forties to mature and start a family in the fifties. Life was much simpler back then. Even my mother says that this is one of the worst times for someone to have to grow up. And, she doesn't mean just me, she means anyone that has to try and establish themselves today. There are thousands of people fighting for thirty openings at a company. What shot do young people have over those who have developed and extensive resumes? Being in Michigan really blows.
Almost time for class.
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