In other news, I might be moving in with the Bunniez in a month or so. I do realize there are going to be a lot of major changes -- giving up my Internet, for instance -- but I am positive that the things I'd have to trade for even a slice of independence are of little value compared to what I will gain. Besides, at 25, I think it's about time I dig my fingers at it.
I told my mother about the idea a week ago. With her usual world-weary look, she said, "Anak, mahirap yan." The most neutral response would have been, "Yes, I know," but in my mind, what I heard her say was, "You can't do it." I felt the simmering of anger in my stomach, but knowing my mother, I think she was more scared than I was.
And yes, truth be told, I am scared, and there are going to be rough patches I'd have to try ironing out as I muddle through, but hey -- it's about damned time for me to live a little.
