For the longest time all I’ve wanted is more independence, and now I’ve finally got it. I no longer have to tell my parents where I’m going and when I’ll be home, and there’s no one peaking over my shoulder to see if I’m getting everything done. Honestly, it’s liberating. Not having to constantly report my whereabouts and make sure I’m home in time for dinner makes life just that little bit easier.

But the grass isn’t always greener.

It’s still weird to me almost a month into college that there isn’t really anyone to replace that parent figure around here. For the most part I’m not complaining, it’s just weird at times. Sure, I still talk to my parents and they make sure I’m having fun and consuming more than ramen and goldfish, but it’s a completely different lifestyle from living at home. Most of the time I love being as independent as possible. Maybe part of that comes from me being an only child, but I thrive off of being able to do my own thing. College let’s me do that. I can study when I want, go out when I want, eat whatever I want, and basically do anything else that’s legal whenever I want. Of course there’s a learning curve to figure out what needs to be done when, and I think that’s the hardest part. A lot of the time I’m inclined to ditch my homework and spend time with my friends, and fighting the urge to do that is definitely one of the biggest struggles I’ve encountered so far.

Other than that, living with minimal supervision is pretty cool. I love my parents, but it was about time for me to get out.