Progress

The day I'll be moving out is approaching fast, and while the reality of it is finally sinking in I'm still feeling incredibly anxious. My mother's initial reaction to the news that I'd be leaving was one of anger and resentment, unsurprisingly. Her reasons for why I shouldn't move included money issues and safety concerns, though the best one of all was her perceived likelihood that I'd never be able to see any of my friends or family due to the distance. To put this into perspective, it's a twenty minute drive from the house to my apartment. Though, over the last couple of days she does seem to have come to terms with it, though. She's even asked normal questions like 'How close is it to the train?' rather than 'How will you ever be able to support yourself?'. I feel as if this moment of rational thinking on her part is short-lived, but that could also be my own issues with her past behavior coming up.

In spite of the overall lack of support from her, I'm still looking forward to being able to live on my own terms in an environment over which I actually have control. The idea that I can have friends over without being ashamed or self-conscious is still foreign, though I'm genuinely excited to find out what that's like.