Seperate lives

Today is Lindsey's 22nd birthday. I know we are only 2.5 years apart, but it is so odd to be that she is 22 (perhaps because she still has her uber-skinny 16 year old body). I've been thinking alot lately about the changes adulthood brings. Shiny billboard example with sparkling lights: My parents just made a huge decision. (Don't worry, nothing dangerous, and no, I'm not telling, it's not my secret to tell). The kind of decision that would have changed alot in high school, and now...it just doesn't even matter. Actually, it's kind of nice knowing whatever decisions they make do not affect me anymore. Now this decision could involve alot of "sweat equity" on my part, but I am free to tell them no and continue on with my life (read: won't happen, even when I say no I still help, it's just in my nature).

My point being it's as though the "separation" from my parents I worked so hard to create all through college has magically appeared with little effort on my part. Had I known it was this simple I would have stopped trying years ago. Don't get me wrong, I love my parents, probably more now than in recent years, but it has taken several years for me to understand several things about my past, my parents, and just come to an acceptance of it all. And now, it's nice to be on the other side of the parental struggles. I'm not saying it's perfect, but it's nice to finally have that separation.