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5 Reasons Why I Chose to Live at Home
I’m 21-years-old and I live with my parents. And let’s be honest, there is nothing ideal, fun, sexy, or cool about it. Pretty much all my friends have their own homes or apartments, and then there's me; still in the same bedroom I grew up in. But you don’t ever hear me complain about it. Yeah, I’ve thought about moving out several times. I even did my first two years of college when I was living in the dorms. But I still came home, I still moved back in, and I still haven’t moved back out yet. Half of my friends mock and poke fun at me for it, and the other half impart there wisdom on me to stay as long as I can. I’ve chosen the latter, unless the right opportunity comes up. Here’s why I’ve chosen to stay at home instead of move out as a 21-years-old.
By Bryanna Burshnick9 years ago in Families
On New Life
I remember waking to my mother’s screams, and believe it or not, it was not an unfamiliar sound. It was December 12th, 2005, in five hours my sister Sammie would be born. The third sister whose birth I would get to witness, and the one I would never forget. I had been waiting the past nine months for this moment and now it was finally here. The excitement shot me out of my bed like a tiny eight-year-old cannon. I sprinted to my older sister’s room, the sound of my feet slapping on the cold hardwood floor echoing in the hallway. I jumped up on her bed in hopes of being the one to wake her and share the news but she wasn’t there, I was disappointed with the realization she had woken up before me.
By Hanna Wingate9 years ago in Families
How A Bicycle Race Changed My Life
Honestly, I have led a very mild life in general. I've never really experienced what the world has to offer, as I've been fairly content with just staying in my little controlled and comfortable world. I've had the opportunity to experience some once in a lifetime events though:
By Matthew Bailey9 years ago in Families
Stand by Your Man. But Not Your Daughter
I grew up in a house where songs such as "Stand by Your Man," "Substitute," and "Jolene" were seen as containing valuable words of wisdom. They were played daily on one of our two cassette players- in the kitchen or in the car on the way to school. The message was clear: if you were lucky enough to "bag" a man—no matter what kind of man and by what means—then you must do anything to keep him. You might not love him, and he might not love you, but as long as you had one that was yours, nothing else mattered.
By HM Pattinson9 years ago in Families
Some Stuff You Just Don't Make Up
Today is one of those days. My head is congested and I feel a fever brewing in my chest. On top of my current health status, I have lost pretty much everything that holds you together as an adult. Well let's see—I got really behind on my rent payments so in August I moved back in with my mom. Ugh, yes. See our relationship is not the greatest (story for another day). And last night, I woke up to my Jeep, (that I was super proud of myself for being able to get almost two years ago) honking the alarm in the distance as I realized it was getting repo'd. It's the end of the month, and my sales haven't been the greatest for November. And those damn NSF fees keep taking my money and the commissions don't pay out quick enough. All around yes, it is a shitty situation.
By SanJuanita Escobar9 years ago in Families
Spending the Holidays Without Your Parents
I’ve been holiday-crazy since I can remember. It didn’t matter which one—Christmas was my favorite holiday, just like Halloween was my favorite, just like Thanksgiving, Easter, New Years, my birthday. I reveled in the overwhelming joy at Christmas, the excitement of Halloween, the hearty appreciation during Thanksgiving. Conversations got deeper, people got sappier. It was an excuse to love people loudly and without reserve.
By Kye Earley9 years ago in Families
The Never Ending Norm
SLAM! The door downstairs literally shook the house, and then I knew… my aunt was pissed off about something. That was just how you knew she was in a bad mood, when doors started slamming in the house, or how you could hear the groan she gives every time she saw how the cat destroyed the house again, or in this case, the constant, normal arguing on the phone with my cousin or just arguing in general whenever they saw each other's happy faces.
By Victoria Vargas9 years ago in Families
Losing Sight
My mom wasn’t around much when I was a little girl because she was always working. She picked me up from school, dropped me off at home, and went to work until 2 AM. Because of this, I spent most of my time with my father, and we had a great time. He didn’t cook much so dinners usually consisted of frozen food that was easy to heat up and we never complained. I have very vague memories of play-wrestling with him in our living room and asking him about his collection of Tonka trucks. More prominent memories of my father revolve around one thing: his temper. Nonetheless, I was very close to my father as a child.
By Melina Smith9 years ago in Families
