Posts Tagged ‘freedom’

February 7th, 2009

A year in Review After Moving Out of My Parent’s Place

It has been a year and a month since I moved since I moved out of my parent’s house. I was 26 when I moved out, at first wanted my freedom, but also felt that I was going to become distance from my parents. My brother and I moved out with great expectations and wanted to see if Houston gave us a different feel than living at home for most of our lives. Living under my parent’s roof doesn’t give a growing and maturing adult a true experience of how life on my own is compared to other another city or state than where they were born and raised.

The day of the move I woke up with excitement, ready and determined to start a new part of my life. There was no alarm needed to get me up. I started taking a part my bed, unhooking my television, getting crap ready to be thrown away, and looking around my room, my lifestyle, my identity, for such a long time for the last moment in that particular state. My brother was still sleeping and the friend who was helping us was with a lady friend and went to church the next morning. I went downstairs to say good morning to my parents and I saw their faces that they were happy for us, but sad that we were moving out of the house. My dad didn’t care much, he knew that we were planning this for some time and thought it was needed for out growth as men. My mother didn’t like the fact we were moving to a place which was 12 minutes away and were paying $500 bucks each in order to reach the destination of freedom. Still to this day she doesn’t understand why we would pay for a place that is 1/3 the size of her house.

The day was great and I am so glad that I got to experience it with my brother. Our relationship is not where it used to be and will probably never be the same. Throughout the first year on my own I have:

-Quit a shitty job which was driving me crazy.

Tags: freedom, growing up, new experience

November 29th, 2008

A Shitty Routine Sucks!

Note: This post was written 2 weeks ago. I think it is important that I let people know what I was going through a couple of weeks ago and essentially for the past 3-5 months.

Yesterday I was off because of Veteran’s Day. But this morning I woke up unconsciously to brush my teeth, wash my face, put on my clothes and shoes, grab my things that I set out the night before, and off I went for the 5 minute walk to my park and ride. Just like a fuckin zombie or the living dead. I know many people go through this same ritual for 5 days a week, but I am talking about me and how I felt throughout the whole day. The main reason why I feel this way is because of my current living situation. Not to go into details, but I have determined that my life will be 100% better if I got my own place and away from splitting bills and living space. Damn for the most part I live in my room and what does an amibitious maturing adult do when he is only living in his room being pissed about his situation? Move the fuck out! The next step for me is moving out, which is happening right now. Note: Looking at my video and now reading this blog post I now realize that it does sound like I am moving out of my parent’s place. This is actually splitting from my brother, which we got an apartment together in the beginning of the year.

So one might say after you move out you will develop a routine, one to your standards, but a system that will get old again. That may be true, but I don’t think so. Around this time last year when my brother and I were thinking of moving out, my dad told me, “that we have to be happy with my job and home life. If they are not in unison then my life will suffer all together.” My life right now is in a good spot; I have a good family that supports me, great girlfriend who understands and challenges me, I am keeping up with my writing on this site and slowly getting my own article samples written, professional career is going good, no real friends (I have about 3, this will be talked about later in another post), and in great physical shape. However, right now I live in a room, a place that is barely double the size of my cubicle. Again not going to go into details of my situation, but I’m making the right decision for myself and the other person I am trying to save the relationship with.

Routine, procedure, practice, pattern, drill, regimen, program, schedule, plan, method, system, customs, habits, typical, conventional, and the usual can drive people crazy.The shit is driving me bananas. We all do need some kind of routine. I think a system and spontaneity is a good balance between the same old shitty routine. I’ll let yall know how my life is shaping up after the move and when I get situated.