It's a bit of a long story, but after discovering that my dad expected me to be home by 11:00pm, share my private information, and let him know where I was and what I was doing at all times.....among other things....I decided that I couldnt really live under that kind of scrutiny, and so I moved out. I was starting to feel like it was high-school all over again, only worse because now I know what its like to make decisions for myself.
Ofcourse the downfall is that I work limited hours because of school (that was the whole point in moving here) and so I cannot afford to get my own place. Which means I am now officially living in my truck which isnt even licensed in the state of Alabama and even if It was I couldnt afford the gas to drive it..... sigh.
Camping out was fun for the first few days, kind of like an adventure, but now reality has set in and I realize I am going to have to get more work and my own place soon. I am going to ask for more hours at my current job and if they don't have them I will just stay there until I can find something else. I know everything will work out in the long run but right now the situation feels pretty danged impossible! Stressed if I live with dad.....stressed if I don't....lol :D
On a more positive note, Jeramie has been a life saver this week -making me laugh and forget the trouble, not to mention toting me around and letting me use his car to get to school and work, I don't know what I would have done without him, (Thanks Jer :D )
Well....its off to work now and then back to the bed of my truck for what I am hoping will be another rain free night and dare I say some decent rest?
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Are you sleeping in the bed of your truck? Do you have anything over top of you? Shoot, I thought you would be in your cab for some reason. Hope something better works out for you real soon.
Yeah the bed is more comfortable since I am so tall. I cant quite stretch out in the cab....I will have to sleep in there if it decides to rain though.... :)
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