Today as I was breaking down boxes and sweeping up dirt at my after school job I wanted nothing more than to grow up. I appreciate my job and the money I make doing what I do; however, the path I hope to travel down doesn't include endless piles of boxes or 200 pounds of toner. What I am hoping to see within the next few years is a home of my own, decorated by me, chosen by me. I want to make enough money to stand on my own and more than anything actually support myself.
It's funny, my brother's biggest worry is to grow up. So why is it that I want to be grown up and on my own?
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