Moving Out

When I first thought about moving out it seemed like it would be a very easy thing to do. I would just pack up and go; free to live my life the way I feel that I should live it. This however, was not the case. I have found it very difficult to actually leave, saying goodbye to a place that you loved for so long.
Breaking the news to my parents was probably the hardest step that I have to do because it was such a sensitive topic. I think that the hardest part about telling them will be how they take it. Would they be angry or upset that i had decided to fly the nest or would they be supportive and understanding of my decision to live out my life on my own with my own guidance. This may sound dumb, and people may ask why at only 17, you decide to move away from a place that provides support for you free of charge and cast yourself out into the world to be at it's mercy. Although, I love this place and it is tough to be on my own it will be a way of moving forward and breaking the bonds of old and starting a fresh new life.

Weekends

My weekends always seem to drag out for ages. I do wonder if its the long sleepless nights and the hardworking days that do it or if simply i am enjoying myself too much to worry about time. I always seem to find something to do to amuse myself if I have available time on the weekends but other wise I spend my time with those I love. My friends and family are my main thoughts for the weekend, what is everyone doing? Where do i need to go? How much money am i going to end up spending on stuff i really don't need. My weekends are the best part of the week, no worries in the world as long as I know I will have my time.