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Moving Out

Some say moving out is a rite of passage for an adult. I say it depends on what kind of relationship you have with your parents.

 
Last week I moved away from home ( and by home, I mean my parents). Now I know what you’re thinking ” wait! how old are you? shouldn’t you have moved out like, way way way back when?”.

 
To that I respond – Nope!

 
I love living with people. I like that you come home to people who want to see you. I like the team work involved in creating a home. Budgeting, meal planning, sharing space, learning how to respect other, helping, and being a part of a team that creates… well, a family. That’s how it is in my family.

 
My mom and dad treat me like an adult. An individual, that does not agree with them on everything, but has their respect and confidence. It worked for us, but now I am on this adventure. I have no idea where God is taking me right now, but I am ready for his guiding hand to steer me in whatever direction he wants.

 
I just accepted a position in Carmel, CA ( I know, I know it’s a hard life living on the coast), and for the first time in my life, I will not be living with my parents. Which is kind of sad and exciting all at the same time.

 
It’s not like I’m alone here, in fact, I was born and raised on the Monterey Bay, and have hordes of family members around.

 
It will be different learning this new waltz, but like most new things, it’s worth the experience.

 
So here I come hometown! I am ready to church hop, and find a new place of worship and fellowship.

 
Let the adventure begin roomies!

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