Can I just rant? I'm going to, regardless of if anyone wants to read it.
I'm moving to Chicago.
I decided this about 6 months ago. I really want to show up in town, bags in hand, and just make it work--you know....find a place to live, find a place to work, figure things out.
The thought terrifies me, yes, but I think it's a really good thing for me. It's a challenge. And I'll make it work.
I told my parents about it months ago. And they've been saying over and over that I need to find a place to live before I go there. They've been torturing me about since I arrived in Denver.
So I said fine. Not the special spontaneous new start that I wanted, but fine. It alleviates some of my fears too.
And then I went online to find apartments in Chicago, and found a bunch of listings around $600-800, which sounds affordable assuming I'm working full time. And, in an effort to let my parents in the loop, I emailed them links.
And then they flipped out at me and said I couldn't get an appartment sight unseen and I'd have to do it when I was in the city. (Hello! That was my original plan!) And that I needed to get a job before I arrive. Hell no. I'm not going to settle for a mediocre job that I can pre-book. I have several thousand dollars saved, enough to live a month or even two or three without a job if I need to. But I don't think I'll need to. I have a great resume.
And they're flipping out at me. And my mother keeps calling me a tyrant. Uh--hello? It's my life. It's my prerogative to live it, and asking them to leave me to it is not asking anything that isn't already mine. A tyrant is someone who tries to control lives other than their own.
All I want is to go out, get a place and a job and everything that I need. I want to do it on my own, want to do it my way. I'm 22 years old. Isn't it time that I get to be an adult?
I'm moving to Chicago.
I decided this about 6 months ago. I really want to show up in town, bags in hand, and just make it work--you know....find a place to live, find a place to work, figure things out.
The thought terrifies me, yes, but I think it's a really good thing for me. It's a challenge. And I'll make it work.
I told my parents about it months ago. And they've been saying over and over that I need to find a place to live before I go there. They've been torturing me about since I arrived in Denver.
So I said fine. Not the special spontaneous new start that I wanted, but fine. It alleviates some of my fears too.
And then I went online to find apartments in Chicago, and found a bunch of listings around $600-800, which sounds affordable assuming I'm working full time. And, in an effort to let my parents in the loop, I emailed them links.
And then they flipped out at me and said I couldn't get an appartment sight unseen and I'd have to do it when I was in the city. (Hello! That was my original plan!) And that I needed to get a job before I arrive. Hell no. I'm not going to settle for a mediocre job that I can pre-book. I have several thousand dollars saved, enough to live a month or even two or three without a job if I need to. But I don't think I'll need to. I have a great resume.
And they're flipping out at me. And my mother keeps calling me a tyrant. Uh--hello? It's my life. It's my prerogative to live it, and asking them to leave me to it is not asking anything that isn't already mine. A tyrant is someone who tries to control lives other than their own.
All I want is to go out, get a place and a job and everything that I need. I want to do it on my own, want to do it my way. I'm 22 years old. Isn't it time that I get to be an adult?
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Chicago's where I want to live! For so long I've wanted to live there.
I'm going to go buy a Lotto ticket now, which of course means you'll be seeing me soon.
I should probably warn you that in any conventional sense I'd make a lousy husband, but I'm willing to keep you happy with my money.