Last year,
for my first year of high school, I decided to go live with my grandmother in
Queretaro. I left my siblings and my parents behind not knowing what to expect
and having no idea of how to do things by myself. I didn’t know how to cook, do
the laundry, that sort of things. For the first few weeks I was feeling morose.
I always had my parents backup, and now I didn’t.
Also, my
grandma has a lot of quirks, which made it a little hard to live “in peace”
with her. She had no car, and neither did I, so I had to take a cab to get to
my school (which was quite far) every single day. My parents send me a little
amount of money every month, and that was my lunch money, emergency money, and
weekend money. I had to organize myself and sacrifice a lot of things that, if
I were living with my parents, I wouldn’t have to.
Due to some
family issues, my parents gave me the option to come back, so now I found
myself in a quandary. I absolutely love the city, but with no car, no income of
my own, and at the age of 16 life was a little hard. So I decided to come back. I don’t regret my
decision, even though I miss Queretaro a lot. I also don’t think it was a
wasted year, I learned a lot and most importantly, I became a lot more
independent.
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