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I always feel bittersweet about my parents going out of town. I love being able to stay out as late as I want and not having somebody checking in on me constantly, but at the same time, I don't like having to to bus home at midnight. I love that I can stay up without somebody on my back yelling at me to sleep, but at the same time, there's nobody to wake me up in the morning if I sleep through my alarm (like last year when I missed an exam, because I slept in and didn't realize it....... But that's a whole other story in itself). I love being able to do whatever I want, but there's always a flip side to everything. And then there's the responsibility part. I don't think my parents would ever believe me on this, but when they're not at home, I wash the dishes, clean the house and take my dog out all the time. I think it's partially because I have to and partially because I want to. It's like something clicks inside me that makes me start doing things I'm supposed to do just because nobody's telling me to do them. They would never believe me on this, but I actually do. It's like pre-training for being independant. I have find my own way, find my own food, and do all the housework, but I still have the luxury of spending my parents' money and coming to a house full of cousins. Anyways, the point is: I've come a long way from completely relying on my parents, but I still have a lot of growing to do.