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Three weeks from now (precisely, as a matter of fact; well, three weeks and six hours, if you want to be pedantic) I will be 26 years old. Besides creeping up on the "not being carded" age (the signs are all "if you look under 30...") and no longer having any stretch of the imagination by which I could rightfully say I was in my "early 20s", there is one other major thing which is bothering me about this.
I still live in my parents' house.
Now, this is not because I am some kind of financial failure, or because I lack the skills to take care of myself. I have perfectly good, reasonable reasons for still being in this house. Yet something still feels wrong about it, like 25 is the last possible age at which it could still be reasonable to live with one's parents without it being a situation of caring for them because of age or disability.
I'm about to cross this line and it really, really bugs me. Yet I'm stuck. While my income is theoretically enough to allow me to scrape by, it means I would have to choose between saving a paltry amount per month (like, $300 tops), or ever buying anything fun (like, you know, a coffee now and then, or a new CD or whatever). And kiss goodbye all the visits with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
enotsola ($400-600 a pop just for airfare, depending on the time of year) and going to gathers and cons. I don't find such a situation acceptable.
But it still sucks.
I still live in my parents' house.
Now, this is not because I am some kind of financial failure, or because I lack the skills to take care of myself. I have perfectly good, reasonable reasons for still being in this house. Yet something still feels wrong about it, like 25 is the last possible age at which it could still be reasonable to live with one's parents without it being a situation of caring for them because of age or disability.
I'm about to cross this line and it really, really bugs me. Yet I'm stuck. While my income is theoretically enough to allow me to scrape by, it means I would have to choose between saving a paltry amount per month (like, $300 tops), or ever buying anything fun (like, you know, a coffee now and then, or a new CD or whatever). And kiss goodbye all the visits with
enotsola ($400-600 a pop just for airfare, depending on the time of year) and going to gathers and cons. I don't find such a situation acceptable.But it still sucks.
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Date: Aug. 3rd, 2004 12:12 am (UTC)From:No shitski!
I'm *still* working on a bachelor's degree ... It will have taken me 7 years.
A four-year degree just isn't anymore. I may have graduated four years ago but it took me five years to complete the degree. And that was with doing as much of the GE as possible at De Anza, and selecting one of the shorter majors (in terms of units you had to earn) at Sac State. From the look of the units required, some of the longer ones (like computer science) looked to me like they would have taken four years for the major requirements alone! I just don't get how anyone could possibly have completed everything in four years on the semester system without absolutely killing themselves (like, 20 units a semester). I think quarter systems are superior in that regard.