Being sick is for sinners

Just over a week until that all important, potentially life-changing event takes place.

I'm ready to pack it in, and get back with the folks.
Turns out, they were my best friends all along.

Moving out did not help me get a boyfriend.
Moving out did not help me lose weight - in fact, it did quite the opposite.
Moving out dissolved some of my friendships
(but a friendship should be insoluble,
so perhaps they were not real after all.)

Mostly, moving out taught me that moving out is not necessarily a sign of maturity or independence. In fact, it often proves to be quite the opposite.