It’s hard to be 38 and living at home. It is an absolute pleasure and blessing when I am sick, but once I am better not so much. I know I am their child, but at the same time I am an adult and I have opinions of an adult. It is sometimes hard to not see the line that separates child from adult. I have things that I want to say, but according to my father I need to know my place in his house. That being said, it’s time to get the hell out. I am able financially so what is stopping me. Me. I am so comfortable in my parent’s home, but life is not about being comfortable, it’s about living and getting to know who you are and at 38, I’ve yet to learn that. It’s time, beyond time.