Growing Pains

I don't know-- this growing up into an adult thing used to be so difficult for me. I mean, when I left Bing for the last time and had to move out of my apartment after having lived there for six years, I was stunned into oblivion. That is, I was so distraught over all of the changes going on (graduating from my undergraduate studies for the final time, leaving my apartment, leaving my boyfriend, leaving my friends, moving back home, starting a full-time job, etc.), that I could barely function. At the end, Susan had to do the majority of my packing because all I could do was stand back and cry while watching her put my stuff into boxes and into my car.

But I'm past that now. I've been working, and although I miss my friends a lot, I've also tried to work hard to see them every so often. I realize that I don't miss Binghamton as much as I missed the people there, and I really missed living with my girlfriends, but other than that, it's ok that I left.

My parents though-- man, my parents are having a really hard time now that I'm living with them. Don't get me wrong-- they love the company I'm sure (complete with full array of body-function noises), but they're having a really hard time letting go. I think it was easier for them when I didn't live at home because there was less of a grip on me... so when I wanted to go places and do things, I just did them. Now, I have to ask permission like I'm 12 again, and I get a lot of flack for wanting to go on trips to visit my friends. And the more I tell them that I'm growing up and need more adult freedom, it seems the more they want to pull in the reins.

Sigh. Parents are so weird.