I'm spending some time in NYC with my cousin, Lily. It's great, especially since I get to be on my own for awhile, without my parents breathing down my neck - which is rather irritating, if I do sy so myself. My mother decided it was fine for me to leave so I could spend some time alone, and calm down. She knows that I've been stressed and she knows that she and my father are one of the main causes.
We, of course, had a huge screaming match -thus leading to my trip. My father got irritated, started on about my acting and eventually ended with this; "If you hate it so much here, leave. I won't stop you." That seemed to upset my mother, but surprisingly enough, she didn't say anything.
I found a nice apartment in the city - close to my cousin's, close to everything else a seventeen year old girl could want. I'm thinking about it. The money won't be a problem, and apparently my parents could care less. I know they love me, but don't get me wrong, although I might be shy, I've worked them over since I could talk and they're probably fed up. I'm still curious as to whether or not I should pride myself on that XD
So, my last couple of days were spent being young and carefree. I've shopped with Lily, gone to the park, had time to take a few naps and drink hot tea. In fact, I've been blasting my Hanson C.D. for two days straight, and I think my cousin is getting sick of hearing it :-[ I even caught an episode of the show tonight. Not one of our funniest, but not too shabby. :)
I'm not planning on going home just yet. I love New York, and I'm having the time of my life. I'll be around.