Ive finally done it, Ive moved! <*dv_0*>Moved, for the first ever time. I have officially left home. Im 22, I should have been long gone. If I was a dog, Id be dead by now a dead dog not living with its parents, who would also be dead, presumably? Im excited and scared. Im worried, but yet dismiss any problems with a wave of my hand. No shower thats OK. No microwave Ill have to learn to use the hob then, fine. No TV? <*dv_1*>Err, Ill just watch my videos then. If Id found a rat tap-dancing on my desk Id just pass it off as an interesting conversation piece. Ive been increasingly desperate to leave my parents house for the past six months or so. Yet still reluctant to leave the safety of my home, my parents house. <*dv_4*>The problem is that Ive never lived away from home; I think the longest Ive been away is three weeks (A holiday with my parents when I was eight). My best chance to leave was university; I really should have gone then, I regret it now. Ahh, halls, student houses, all of that debauchery, the drinking, practical jokes, the loud music til the wee hours it could have all been inflicted on me. Sigh. So, I just drove 80 miles each day my days were wasted (Not in the normal student way either). <*dv_3*>Id get up early, drive 40 miles, chat to my friends whilst some bloke was talking, ate canteen food, more chatting, and then drove another 40 miles home. Everyone else was in the pub by the time Id left the car park. Bastards! All my friends live too far away for minor social activities, like a couple of drinks in the pub so I just stayed at home. By staying home, Ive grown old before my time, boring ol Lyndsay. In another few years Id have been learning Canasta and have a bridge partner called Phyllis. But now Ive leftupped sticks, flown the coop. My lovely purple bedroom has been traded in for a larger, but inferior room (Well, less purple anyway). <*dv_2*>Ive brought as many of my least smeggy things with me, and the room is starting to feel like home. Now I live near to my friends, and am actually sharing this new house with two of them. Its time to relive the student life I never had when I actually went to university. Remember, the debauchery, the drinking, practical jokes, the loud music til the wee hours - itll all be inflicted on me... |
