If only it were that simple!
So my 18 year old daughter has moved into her very first apartment. The first one of the bunch to be living on her own.
She is on her own despite my encouraging her not to….encouraging her to wait….encouraging her to attain the finer things while living at home…..but to no avail.
Why is it so challenging for us to remember what it was like to be young and eager to be independent? Is it because we have faced and long forgotten the misery and joys that come with first apartments? The good old days of eating Ramen noodles every night because it’s all you could afford? I was so excited to be on my own for the first time that my room mate and I Continue reading