Blurb.

I’m 21.  I’ve had a glass of wine since I’ve turned legal.  The few friends I have are already over the drinking stage.
Not that I want to be a heavy drinker.  not that I even want to be a drinker.  I just wouldn’t mind having a few drinks.  But I’m still the little kid when it comes to that and I’m not a fan of getting talked down to about drinking.  It’s just easier to say I don’t want to by now.

I’m moving out with my boy the end of August/beginning of September.  We’re movin out to LA together and by now I don’t give a FUCK what anybody says different.  We deserve it.  It’ll be tough… I’ll basically be working 3 jobs and he’ll be holdin’ down the house.  There’ll be fights but… it’s about time we make our unit.

I can no longer handle my alcoholic father.  The other night I told my mom, "I love you and I’m sorry but as far as I’m concerned I am already gone-I am no longer in this household."  Which is funny cuz I still can’t drive myself anywhere alone.  I haven’t had a morning off to go get my license in forever.

I’m making 20 hours a week at Starbucks with full benefits.  In the summer I will be teaching at two different studios as well as planning a move halfway across the country.

My to do list seems to double every time I cross something off.

Everyone my age (even my  boyfriend) seems to have free time on their hands and I can’t lie-it irks me sometimes.  Sometimes a lot.  I don’t think it’s fair that I’m always swimming in tasks and chores and work.  *Shrug*

I still can’t complain.  I have a man who loves me more than anything else he knows, I have passions, a dedication, a god-given talent, a future.  That’s a lot more than some.

I am blessed.  Sometimes it’s just hard to remember that.  : )

-INMATE