I Am Homeless With Multiple Homes
By Grace K. Bianco
Alas, it is time for a slight rant, but there will be another positive ending to this rant as well.
Life is always changing for the good and bad.
Sometimes, I can’t help but wish it would give me a little break.
I wish I was in elementary school again. My mom made all of my meals, and it was her job to get me to school.
I wish I was in middle school again. I was homeschooled, and I was constantly in my comfort zone (my home).
I wish I was in high school again. My social life was at its peak, and I stuck with the same friends all four years. I miss the schedules that were easy to learn in a day or two. For almost an entire year, I knew what pretty much every day would bring. There was comfort in knowing it would repeat again the next year (until I became a senior).
It’s not the age I miss. It’s the routine and the known. I liked knowing what was to come. It was a luxury that I didn’t know was important.
I still love my life now.
It just has been a lot different from what I ever imagined.
I dropped out of college to become a full-time nanny at 18.
I wrote and published a book at 19.
I got engaged and married at 20.
Shortly after marrying my husband, I quit my job to travel with my husband for work.
I truly love being a housewife and the beginning of my career as a writer. These are the exact days I prayed for, and in some ways, they are even better than I imagined.
In other ways, I didn’t realize how overwhelming it would all be.
When I was young, I didn’t realize the unknowns that came with being an adult, and with my life in particular, I didn’t realize how much my life would be in a constant phase of change.