Kaonashi Ga Suki

I received great news from my boyfriend today (technically it was yesterday since it’s now Wednesday and 1:30 in the morning).

Remember that kickass apartment I told you guys about a couple of posts ago? Well, we filled out the applications on Sunday and were told that we’d hear from them in a couple of days while they ran credit checks on us. They must have some super fast employees working over at the credit check place, because this (past) afternoon my boyfriend called me to let me know that we’d been approved!

Pasedena, here I come!

I can’t begin to describe how glad I am to finally move out of my parents’ house. I am after all, 28 years old and it’s been almost 3 years since I came back from Japan. I never meant to stay here for this long. I had always assumed that my stay was temporary and that I’d move close to campus when I got into grad school. Alas, the steep tuition eats up most of the financial aid that I receive, leaving me with practically nothing. Thus I’ve had to live here this whole time, with my freedom and independence taken away from me.

You see, my parents are very conservative and strict. They also worry way the hell too much about their children, regardless of their age. They always think that if weren’t not within their sight we’re in danger or something. Admittedly they’re a lot more lenient with me since I’m the oldest and have proven to be trustworthy and responsible. Still- I’m a firm believer in that adult children should never, ever, ever move back in with their parents. It’s a disaster waiting to happen. The adult child wants to retain his/her freedoms (staying out late, inviting all sorts of friends over, going places without asking for permission, etc) and wants to be treated rightfully like an adult, while the parents still think of that adult person as a child and dole out their usual parental authority and puts all sorts of restrctions on their adult child. At least, MY parents do, and I’m sure I’m not the only one. For example: If I’m not back yet by 10 pm, I get a phone call asking where I am. Imagine me -a 28 year old who lived in another country on her own- getting such phone calls! Hell, I remember when I was 22 and I went out with some friends. My mom insisted that I be back by 8:30pm. WTF?!?!? Even 12 year olds had later curfews than that!

Another major problem I’ve had while living here is the lack of space and privacy. I’ve been forced to share a room with my younger sister, and while it’s actually been fun since she’s a very easygoing person, there are times that we get in each other’s way. I’d try to study while she’s listening to music, or she’d want to invite friends up to her room but I’d be in there. And it’s hard to find other places in the house to study since all rooms are occupied by at least one person. Yes, I would be sharing the bedroom with my boyfriend in our new apartment, but he’s only one person to deal with. When I need to study I can shut myself in the bedroom while he watches TV or plays video games in the living room.

Anyway, I don’t want to talk about my parents anymore since it’ll turn into a full blown rantfest, but let’s just say that I’m soooooooooooooooooooooooooooo glad that I’m getting outta here!