When I Got the Boot

It's every teenager's dream to move out of theirnight out on the town, spending the entire day in front
parents' house. There's no joy like that of livingof the telly without being called a couch potato. But I'm
independently – free to do whatever you want,not anticipating waking up to the smell of stale
whenever you please and wherever it may be. Nocigarettes and alcohol from last night's party, asking
more constant nagging, awfully early curfews andpesky drunken coeds to leave my apartment per
inhumane grounding. No, nay, never, no more! Hasta laneighbors' complaints and spending the whole day
vista, mom and pop!cleaning up my place on my own. I wasn't too excited
It wasn't until I got the boot that I realized moving outabout eating leftovers from two nights ago, washing
was easier said than done. It's as if living alone was butmy own clothes in the communal laundry room and
a fantasy of long-ago, a dream that's better offgetting a part-time job to pay for my weekend
unlived. I wasn't even officially out yet and I'm alreadygetaways and impulse shopping. Truth be told I'm
feeling the pressure of being independent. I could onlyhaving cold feet. It's not too late to quit calling moving
imagine how life would be like without people doingcompanies in VA to help me out with my big move
things for me. See, simply calling a moving company inanyway.
Virginia used to be a ‘mom' task that I didn't haveIn less than a month I'll be transferring to my own
to bother with but now I have to call the movers inapartment near University of Virginia. All is well and
Washington myself. Though I was still at home, momsettled, from arrangements with local movers in Virginia
was being undeniably unhelpful, saying it was all part ofto mailbox reservations in my new building. My brother
my training – like how a mother eagle would let hersaid there was nothing more liberating than moving to
eaglets fly off on their own, letting them have a fewMD or some place as far away from home as
hard falls before they finally learn to soar high up in thepossible. "The farther the better" were his very words.
sky.I guess I'm not one to tell since my new place would
I'm looking forward to sleeping in without mombe in the same State. Maybe once a week I could still
pestering me to get up and help her with chores,enjoy hot, home-cooked meals and freshly laundered
staying out ‘til the wee hours of the morningsheets at my ‘rents. Now that's a sound short-term
without bothering to text dad the whereabouts of myplan.