Hello beauties,
I hope you have a fucking awesome Monday and that is brings you joy and happiness or if you hate Mondays (like me) I hope that it goes by really quickly.
Monday Rambles: I have been seriously pressured lately to move back home after graduation.
The rationale that my parents have proposed is: I would be helping to mentor my two younger siblings, I would spend time with family and friends within the year before I go off to medical school. To clear things up, I wouldn’t just be here twittling my thumbs. 
I plan to be working a full time job, living with my girlfriend, and saving cash.While I really understand where they are coming from… I really do… I just cannot see myself moving back in under their roof. Let me backtrack some.
I had a decent upbringing. I love my parents very dearly. I appreciate the time and effort that they have infested in my life. I am forever indebted to them for that. Currently, I live in a large metropolitan area that is oh so diverse. It is like night and day from the town in which I grew up in. I was raised in a town that consists of a mostly older population and is not representative of the various cultures/ethnicities/races (I was the only black girl in my HS graduating class). To move back home would be to take a few steps backward. Moving back would be to subject myself to the rules and obligations that my parents would require of me. Moving back would be me not being able to wholeheartedly live out the life that brings me the utmost happiness. Moving back would require me to hide my sexuality, my soulmate, and my beliefs. See, my family is super duper religious. They go to church 3-4 times every single damn week. While I do not consider myself a Christian I would have to attend every single damn service and actively take a role in every single damn event just like the old days. Likewise, they are also not supportive of the issues that I support with every fiber of my being. They actively speak out against LGBT rights/ abortion rights/ marijuana legalization.. and the Pastor does as well.
Honestly, I’m not sure how much of it I would actually be able to take without going completely insane.
When one factors in the many facets that ungrudgingly comes with moving back in with my parents, the answer is as clear as day. But the light is still so dim. I love my family so much, I really do. I don’t want to disappoint them. But someday when I am on my death bed and I am looking back, I refuse to have any regrets to look back upon. So as for now, as cliche as this may sound; I have decided to do what is best for my me. It’s okay to be selfish with your life sometimes. Because if you’re not happy then that will undoubtedly affect the relationships with the ones that you love. And I could be making a huge mistake, but only time will tell.
With much love, YoursTruly
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Yours Truly ; 