There's one thing that frustrates me a lot. And it's this: I still live with my parents.
You read that right. I'm turning 33 this year, I have a wife and daughter, and I still live with my parents.
Before, my maternal grandparents lived with my parents and I. Can you read the difference?
It means I still depend on my folks for things that I should have on my own by now. It's all on me, of course. Being the spoiled only-child that I am. Also I never was as ambitious as I am now, and I guess I only started growing up a few years ago.
Why this sudden post? Because once again circumstances have gotten me thinking. But rather than keep thinking I should start doing.
Out.
