"And I answer, 'Quite frankly, when they stop buildin' roads, and all God needs is gravity to hold me down'"

I know that you should be grateful for what you have, and I have a whole heck of a lot. I have a house over my head, food, two steady jobs, a family that loves me, great friends and a merciful, loving God. Yet for some reason there is a restlessness in my soul. I am told from all sides that I should move out on my own. I wouldn't mind living out of my parents' house. I have always thought it'd be a good thing. It's not that i don't love being with my family and recognize all they can do to help me. It's just this is what I feel would be best for me. Everytime I mention to my mother that another one of my friends is looking for a roommate, she tenses up. I know I haven't the money at the moment to move out of my parents' house. I tell them this. My mother says I should say I don't want to move out of their house. I just can't say something I know to be so false.

On a lightly different note, today I asked dad if when I get my loft above the garage I could install a large, full wall mirror and barre so I could work on my ballet. He said that by the time the garage was up I would want to live with my husband elsewhere. I laughed at that and said I was never gonna get married. His response; "Someday you will meet a cute guy who is magnetically attracted to you. It'll be love at first grasp-I mean sight." Sometimes I wonder if he and mum are on the same page with how they want my life to go...