Orientation for law school starts next Wednesday so I’m going to be moving in with my boyfriend around Tuesday or so. There has been much wailing and gnashing of teeth from my parents. Despite managing to graduate high school, college (something only two other people in my family have accomplished), and getting into law school in the first place (something no one else in the family has ever done)–I have no brains. Despite having a good head on my shoulders, a clear sense of right and wrong, and a quick wit, I am making a horrible mistake that I have no idea that I’m making. To put it in context, I’ve known my boyfriend since sophmore year of high school. The surprises aren’t really coming anymore. Nonetheless, according to my parents, I have no idea what I’m doing. They must save me from myself!
I think there’s an independent thought alarm in the house–just a hunch.
How is it that moving out of my parent’s home at 22 is a misstep? Oh, that’s right–I’m supposed to dutifully live at home until my husband removes me and plunks me down in my new family home wherein I’m supposed to conduct wifely duties.
Making decisions while female: Apparently I am doing it wrong.