Independence

My parents went away for the weekend. They aren't coming back until Tuesday. They left the truck, and twenty bucks, and a few really cool dinners.

As I have said before, I have been on my own twice. The first time half counted because I had someone making meals for me. I guess, if I count living with Walter and his mom, three times. I love being on my own. My parents leaving only reinforces that fact. I might want a big dog to keep me company, but no humans. I know that once I can afford to live in a place by myself and pay all the bills on my own, I will be extremely happy. I know that my parents would say that I am not responsible enough to take care of a home, but what they don't know is that I only slack on the chores when they are here. When I am on my own, I am far less lazy. I take the dog on a walk, I dress myself appropriately for my age, I keep the house clean, and I eat healthy food. When other people are around, I don't want to do anything at all. It might be a stubborn/ pride thing, but it is 100% true. It happens consistently.

I am going to love this weekend!