Right Back Home (Unedited)

I’m always thinking, “I’ve got to move out for college, I’ve got to get out of California.”

But it’s easier to say then do.

When I tell my friends my plans they sadly whine, “No!”

I use my oldest sister as an example.

She toured California for her perfect college. She then applied to San Jose State University conveniently near home. But did she stay at home? No, she moved into a home with three other roommates.

Her independent act makes me want to be more like her. Out going. Smart. Witty. Over all, charming, bold, and no doubt beautiful.

I love her, like I do my other sibling, but the question remains and I’m still right back here, at home.

My other sister is still living in her room as she has been since childhood. It’s not bad. Well maybe, truthfully, she’ll get on my nerves and I’ll want her to move out but that’s only for a second, I never get that upset at her.

She looks comfortable here, so I don’t complain.

It just confuses me. Aren’t we, young adults, supposed to act like birds? Learn to fly, then leave the nest? Or is that b/w, pretty, Pleasantville picture?

Tell me. Are we obliged to stay home?

My mother reminds me to no end that it’s all right to stay at home. But it hurts a little bit. Because I’m independent, like my elder. And I don’t want to end up right back here.

Right Back Home (Edited)

I’m always thinking, “I’ve got to move out for college, I’ve got to get out of California.”

But it’s easier to say then do.

When I tell my friends my plans they sadly whine, “No!”

I’m going to use my oldest sister as an example.

She toured California for the right college. She eventually applied to San Jose State University conveniently near home. She left home and, I believe, moved into a home with three other roommates.

Her independent act makes me want to be more like her: Out going, smart, witty. Over all, charming, bold, and no doubt beautiful.

I love her, like I do my other sibling. The question remains, should I leave my home that I’ve grown up in? Or else I’m still right back here, at home.

The elder is living in a quaint apartment and the other sibling, working her way through college, is still living in her room as she has been since childhood.

It’s not bad. Well maybe, truthfully, she’ll get on my nerves and I’ll want her to move out but that’s only for a second, I never get that upset at her.

She looks comfortable here, so I don’t complain.

It just confuses me. Aren’t we, young adults, supposed to act like birds? Learn to fly, then leave the nest? Or is that black and white, Pleasantville picture?

Tell me. Are we obliged to stay home?

My mother reminds me to no end that it’s all right to stay at home. But it hurts a little bit. Because I’m independent, like my elder. And I don’t want to end up right back here.