The Living Centrifuge

I can't wait until I have some modicum of financial independence from my family. In lecturing me (it's a lecture, no matter what he says) about money, and the fact that I'm abjectly poor, my father let slip that he thinks I moved to Vancouver "for nothing." Nice. And since buying the condo with my mother, she has turned into the Wicked Witch of the North and South and East and West of my life.

I admit that I'm feeling a little sorry for myself here. But good God. ASSEZ! ASSEZ! When do I get to be an established artist? Also, when do I get to make decisions about my career, and deal with those decisions on my own recognizance? Well, once I get to be independent of these people. I love them. I know they love me. I know it's all in love. But it's bloody exhausting. I have this feeling that my communications with them will cut down drastically for a little while once I'm independent. Oh hope for the day.