The Times They Are a-Changin'

Despite what seems like an endless onslaught of icy hell, spring will come. Punxsutawney Phil even says it'll be here early, but I don't put too much faith in rodents (they are the animal kingdom's biggest liars, of course).

By the end of February, things will be quite a bit different. Despite my eagerness to move out and start my life as an "adult", I will be moving back home. To clarify, I will be living on my own, relatively private floor of my parents' two-family house.

My parents are awesome and I have no qualms with living underneath them. It won't be much different than living on my own. There's just that stigma of "living with your parents" that I prefer to avoid. Until I can afford a decent house on my own, I will have to suck it up.

I will still be paying rent, managing my monthly bills, buying my own groceries, and cooking my own meals. The only difference will be the daily comfort of going upstairs and hanging out with my family. I'm only 23, I think I can soak it up for a year or two before I start feeling like a bum.

The reason for this move is obvious if you know me well enough. I'm not going to talk about it much on my blog, out of respect for the other parties involved. Just know that, at least for now, everything is OK.