Home alone with my dad for a couple of days and just tried to open a dialogue about my desire to move out, something I have such a hard time talking to him about - unfortunately it went worse than my misplaced optimism would have desired. He was getting kind of angry about it, yelling at me then backing down some, then yelling again. Thinks I'm rushing into things, "why do you have to do it now?!" Telling me to wait until my 1-year probation at my job is up. I'm in an emotional place where I'm not going to cry about this right now but it's pushing me there.
I have always wanted to live alone. The job, while it starts from home, and isn't *too* far from where we live, is far enough that I would be doing myself a favor to move closer. I've been working hard on picking places out and figuring out a budget - *because* this is something I've wanted for so long.
The biggest thing for me is, I have this huge issue with myself that 'the timing will never be right.' Which is something my dad was really hitting home on tonight - "it's not the right time...wait until the right time" but when will that be?!
I constantly find myself in situations at home where I think to myself, this is it this is the final straw. This is why I can't hesitate to make that scary leap and move out, even if it will mean being very financially conscientious. I'm upset because it feels like my hopefulness was just tossed in the bin, and that I've created an argument with my dad when I'm here with him by myself. It doesn't help that I like to spend most of my time alone and that makes him mopey. I had to slip out of the kitchen when the conversation stopped dead and he was fixated on cleaning dishes, which annoys me when I'm trying to talk to him. And he *complains* that I never want to talk with him. UGGGGHH