Coming home to your parents house after an 8-day vacation with a guy you're really into & his twenty-something roommates is, how do I put this...depressing as fuck. Would it be dramatic if I said I'm losing my mind? Don't get me wrong, I am grateful for the roof over my head. Seriously grateful. [Love you, M&D.] However, I'm healthy and feeling more and more ready to break away on my own. With school dragging on [much] longer than I anticipated, I'm developing plans B & C. Plan B: I work full-time at a decent job, save a few grand, and move to ____? Plan C: I focus all of my energy on Pilates certification, transfer, and then move out. I could make decent money teaching Pilates while I finish school. Ideally, I'd like to be taking my senior-level courses at a University right now. However, that's not an option. Perhaps it is a blessing that I have this ridiculously long break between classes. Perhaps this is an opportunity to make a big move. Stay tuned. Everything is happening.