here i am in love in a bubble

Reasons why I need to move out.

I can come home at whatever hour I need to, whether due to work or play, without having to send at least ten texts first to my parents, and without worrying about whether someone will be sitting up and waiting for me to come home. I like doing things my own way but I hate screwing up other people’s lives so they can accommodate me.


I can make spot plans. Someone can call me at 11 p.m. and say hey, let’s meet, and I won’t have to think of an elaborate reason as to why I need to get out of the house so late. And without having to go through the routine of explaining that it’s safe and I will travel in a bike or car and that I will text every half hour. Permission issues kill me. And too many of my friends just don’t get it, I know I’m grown up and I should be able to, but it does not work that way.

My mother and associates will not have the opportunity to bring up the deal of my marriage. And constantly remind me that it’s only a matter of time before it becomes an active topic of discussion.

I can drink cold water as and when I feel like without being reminded that it’s bad for my health and that it hinders digestion.

I can learn how to use an ATM card, considering I’ve never used one in my entire life. Why would I ever have to?

I can play the music that I like, watch the TV shows that I want to, learn to cook the food that I eat.

It sounds stupid but it’s true. This is how my life is. But as odd or restrictive as it might sound to certain people, I’m glad I have it. I have friends who can come and go as they please, whose parents give them the freedom to do anything they want. I’m glad I had the discipline and the traditions and even the constant need for accountability. I had to toe the line, but it only meant that my parents cared enough to do so much. And they did let me do whatever the hell I wanted to.

But now? I really need the independence and the chance to do my own thing. I just hope that this is my year.