So around 2-3 weeks ago, I had moved into my dad’s. My mom and I hadn’t been on the best of terms, especially with all this stuff going on with this coronavirus. At the start of all of this, she was less on edge, and was still letting me see my boyfriend and my friends. The day I moved out was pretty damn upsetting. I grabbed basically all my things, and packed up my car and of course I was 15 minutes late to work because of it.
Living here is a lot different to say the least. My normal day to day when I was staying with my mom consisted of living with a 7 year old ball of energy, a full kitchen of food, and my mom and her fiance. Normally I would be staying at my dad’s time to time, and he travels a lot. Now that i’m here I struggle with not having the family around, a little kid asking me to play with him, my dogs, and having food in the house. I know it sounds like I moved hours away and in reality I’m only 8 minutes away from them, it’s just hard adjusting to change, and when it happens this quickly.
My mom calls and texts me everyday, and I always talk to my little brother, but the way I feel is hard to put into words. I like my freedom here, I like that I’m learning to be more self sufficient, and I knew that this would be coming since during college I was planning on living here anyways, it’s just the fact that I wasn’t necessarily ready for all this at this point in my life.
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