By Jasmine Wilborne
I feel a mixture of sickness, despair and homesickness as I write this title.
It is true, I have been planning this trip for close to a month, right beneath my parents noses (I live at home) and haven’t even mentioned to them yet that I am planning on leaving them in a few months.
I’m nervous. I’m sick. I’m afraid that the idea will be flat out rejected and I will have no support.
Here is how I’ve been thinking to frame it:
I’m leaving and either you can help me make my trip safer by being actively involved. Or you can check out and not know what I am doing, how I am doing it and have my safety be even more risked.
Ultimatums…those work right?
This adventure becomes real when I tell them. Or at least, realer.
I’m afraid of the following:
-My parents worrying about my safety
-Them pointing their fingers at the weak spot in our plans
….and that’s about it! So in all honesty, I am afraid of how they will react.
But you know what? Bottling it up inside of me is driving me insane….
I’ve got to tell them.
PermaCycle 