Hey guys, I wrote seeking advice a few months ago. I basically needed some people with furchildren to help me realize that I wasn't crazy for not wanting to move back home with Dear Old Mom and Dad....Here's a refresher for you.....
Help me out guys...
I've lived with my sister for the past two and a half years because my parents had relocated. The long and short of it is....my parents have returned and now my sister is moving out to live with her boyfriend. Obviously, the invitation does not extend to me. Now in the two years I've lived with her, I've adopted Cookie, my furkid and best friend. Not only that but about a month ago I broke up with my now ex boyfriend of 7 years, who Cookie considers to be her Daddy.
I'm left with many options...I'm leaning more towards moving to a neighboring town and living on my own or I could try talking to my landlords to see if they'll lower the rent to something more affordable instead of losing a tenant. Financially, it's going to be really difficult. My sister insists that I move back home with Mom and Dad. I myself consider that a huge step backwards. Not to mention, my parents have their own dog, an intact senior male mutt. Cookie is spayed of course, but its not puppies I'm concerned about... it's really just her well being.
She says I'm living my life around my dog. I kind of feel like...what other option do I have? You guys would do the same as me, right?
That was in February...
Let me tell you it felt wonderful to come here and get really sound advice. I think that in my heart of hearts I knew that moving back home was not in my best interest and not in Cookie's best interest either. Like so many of you had told me, I made a comitment to her and I had and have to stick to that.
So...I found a little basement apartment that allowed me to have Cookie that is far and when I say far I mean like 10 or 15 miles from where I used to live. Now, for people outside of New York, 10 or 15 miles is nothing, but when you live on Long Island and everything is centrally located, it is something I'm still getting used to. Paying the higher rent SUCKS, but such is the life of the renter. I love living on my own. LOVE IT. There is definitely something to be said about supporting yourself. Its hard but yet very rewarding.
And you know what else? I love it just being me and Cookie Louise. She's always happy to see me. Her Daddy doesn't come to see her much anymore. Maybe once a week if that which I'm still working on. She needs her papa. And remember my sister that said I'm living my life around my dog?
She told me that she's glad I didn't listen to her. That I'm on my own. I'd say that's a pretty happy ending, right? ;)