|Current mood:|| bored|
|Current music:||Dropkick Murphys|
Moving out (sort of)
I've been packing for like 3 months straight... I have to move out of my parent's house. My stepmom has been nothing but an evil bitch about the whole issue. I can understand though. We don't get along.
But anyway, i had an interview type lunch thing with a potential roomate on saturday. The location of the apartment is perfect. It is in candler park and i can almost roll out the front door and land in a marta station. So hopefully that will work out. My big worry is that my father won't take his name off of my bank account now that i am 18. He's freaking out because i am seriously moving out and into the city. He's now regretting every idle threat he made to kick me out into the street; now he can't handle it. He's pissed that his oldest child is leaving home. I guess he feels old or something. The major issue with me moving to the city is finding a job in the city. I'll probably end up working in decatur, because it's close to where i'll be at, and i have seen tons of job listings in decatur.