I live with my mother in her one-bedroom apartment along with my 25 year-old brother. This is the apartment where, as a teenager, thought I was most self-aware; felt the most hopeful and genuinely optimistic about life than at any other time; had my one and only phone interview with a professor for admission to the private liberal arts college I ended up attending and graduating from; and turned 18, among other things.
In two weeks I turn 27. At almost 27, I am back with my mother because I don’t earn enough or have enough money. If I am lucky, I can get through one month paying just bills without overdraft fees charged to my checking account. The jobs I have don’t offer guaranteed work or set hours hence my monthly income is inconsistent hence monthly bills not being paid on time occasionally hence unnecessary stress on my body and soul.
I have food, shelter, water, and company, even if I don’t want it. What is there to complain about? Besides my teenage expectations of what my adulthood would be like, I don’t know what else to think about life except that time is money, the world functions on money, and life everywhere is a pyramid scheme.
September 1, 2011 at 2:54 am |
What a shame. I am 15 and i have high hopes for this world. You should always stive for the best you can achieve. If that is living with your mother so be it. Just remember to live a life following your dreams and aim to self better yourself and learn from the past but move on. Carpe diem