I am ready for the world!

Lately, I've been missing GHP a little too much. I guess living at home is fun, but I prefer my own way of living now. I was more like myself when I was away from the people I've spent more than 17 years of my life with. As a kid I didn't know what I could expect outside the four walls of my house, so moving somewhere else or leaving for something better never really came up. Maybe it’s also a teenage thing – asking questions about self and trying to figure out what’s best for me, myself, and I.

At GHP we were treated like mature teenagers who had opinions and stood out from everybody else – unique, yet alike. Opinions mattered, everybody listened, and intellectual conversations were held. We had tons of fun, but it was very different, nothing like I’ve experienced before, nothing like I will experience anywhere else. People actually wanted to hear what I had to say. Whenever an argument was going on, all I had to do was raise my hand and as soon as everybody got my attention I would start speaking. They paid attention and respected me. I had my own style and there was nobody who had a problem with that.

At home the number one thing that has problem with whatever I do is my family! This family is merely a thing to me now. I have to yell in order to get heard, on top of that I often hear, “Why are you yelling?” If I ever ask or suggest something the very first response is, “Now, why would you want to do that?”

To them I am the same person who left this house on June 13, 2004 and came back on July 24, 2004. Nothing has really happened with me on a mental or intellectual level, but a lot has happened with and to them!! Even before July 13th I held personal beliefs that my parents don’t necessarily hold. I had thoughts and opinions before that too. The only difference in pre 6/13 and post 7/24 Geetali is that now I’m more willing to break free from the traditional way of “thinking” or “acting”.

I feel I am ready to live a life on my own. I am ready to walk on the road of life and not clutch onto someone’s arm anymore. I want to have my own experiences, learn from my own mistakes, and not rely on somebody else to tell me what’s right or wrong for me. I’m capable of making my own decisions and I want my number one problematic thing to understand that!