When I was in college I lived at home for the first couple of years.
The good kind of challenge and with my age and my younger brother six
years younger than me. So took out a couple of student loans and
moved to live in an apartment while going to college.
My parents helped me move. My dad cried when he left me there. I
never understood that all my adult children started moving out of them
I understood it perfectly.
It was a good apartment! It was on the corner on the second floor.
It overlooked the pool kind of. So I could go out there and swim in
the sun after going to class. I didn't do that a lot because I was
working a lot trying pay for food and entertainment and gas to go back
to see my parents and my girlfriend back at home an hour and a half
away.
But I remember when I would be laying in the bed trying to fall asleep
and people would be walking by my apartment window. And I was always
scared that they were going to break in and take my stuff. Or break
in and do bad things to me. It was always something I was worried
about.
I got that from my parents who always warned me of the bad people out
there in the bad things that could happen. And it was always a
challenge because those things usually didn't happen. What a great
learning experience!
