I have been living away from my parents for the past three months but it's not a good thing because I hate it. I didn't want to move out but had no choice as my chosen university was out of London. During the weekends I come back home to visit my parents, some weekends I stay over so I can spend more time with them.
I remember when I got accepted in that university, I cried like a baby, not because I was happy I got in but how am I going to live without my parents. I am an only child so my relationship with my parents is different from my friends and we are very close. I couldn't eat for a week at the thought of living away, all my friends could not stop laughing at me.
I have never stayed away from my parents, not even when I was younger, I didn't go to any of the holidays that my mates went on because I didn't like the idea of my parents not being there. My first night at the university dorm wasn't as bad because I made my mum stay the night and my roommate found it funny but she did enjoy my mum's company.
I am excited this week as we are breaking up for Christmas which is for a whole month so I get to spend it with my family and friends; my roommate was shocked to see me smile for the first time in three months.
I offered to drop my roommate on my way home as her parents live 20 minutes away from mine. I loaded the car with our bags and snacks for the journey and we set off on our long journey home. First I will drive my Audi Q7 to East London to drop my roommate then I'm heading straight to my parents.