MY DAYS ARE NUMBERED

...Not like that, I'm not dying, I just thought it would be funny to title the blog that. :P

Rather, the days of me living with my parents are numbered, I've been with em for the past decade as a dependent since my mom has been working for the government since 2015, so I went with her when we first left, and the limit for me being able to stay with them is 23 and uhh... I turned 22 this month, so have like a year left with them. 

On one hand I'm finally glad to have the opportunity to live on my own, having wanted that for a LONG time but on the other hand it's kinda scary since this is the first time I'm gonna be like, living on my own, I'll need to go back to my hometown and find an apartment and a job, thankfully apartments aren't too ridiculous, like $1000 a month for a nice place (and I don't want a house anyways, not for a long time), and for a job my hometown has a military base so I can work an internship there, as I'm gonna be going back to school (well, an online one) for the next two years so I can get a proper bachelor's as opposed to just an associate's degree, so being able to get my foot in the door in terms of a proper career (still planning on going into IT and doing networking) is a massive help.

just pray i can get a place where i can still play drums and not get endless noise complaints