My parents are coming down next Thursday to visit over the weekend. They've been calling me quite a bit all of a sudden to figure out what to bring out of my huge pile of stuff that is currently being stored in their basement.
Each of these phone calls have been ending bitterly with me feeling more discouraged about that vast gaping hole that is my future. As has been well established by now, I really don't like it here and I especially hate how I'm mooching off of my relatives by staying here. They won't let me pay for anything, not even groceries or the gasoline I burn from driving their vehicles.
I've lost sight of my independence, which depresses me. I miss not having my own things, my own space, my own f*cking vehicle. I'm a long-term guest who must abide under certain expectations.
Depending on what we find out from my uncle's next doctor's appointment (which isn't until October) my relatives may not need me anymore, or at least for the time being. I also would like to leave as soon as possible. However, I don't know where the hell I'm gonna go. Staying here is NOT an option, not in the slightest. But any other means of escape don't seem plausible as far as finding another job goes, let alone a better one.
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