No, I'm not writing to you from a warm sunny beach. Actually, I haven't even left my house. But to quote after McCauley Culkin from his much cuter "Home Alone" days, I made my family disappear! And for me, this qualifies as a vacation.
I certainly love my parents, but I'm just about 30 years old and the thought of still living with them is, well, old. I have yet to abandon the thought of moving out, as difficult as it may be, but in the meantime, any opportunity to be independent for even a short period of time is a cause for celebration.
Sure, you may say that having to handle the day-to-day responsibilities of living alone (even though I am technically never alone because my nurses must still be around) can be a bit of a hassle at times, but I find it incredibly liberating. And in any case, who ever said that life was supposed to be easy? The point is that I should be entitled to the same life that everyone else has, both the good and bad.
Unfortunately, because insurance only covers 16 hours a day of nursing care, moving out presents a challenging proposition. The only reason I am able to have complete coverage while my parents are away is that my parents are able to pay out of pocket for the extra hours I require. It's as if they are paying for two vacations at the same time.
Then again, it really is two vacations -- theirs and mine. And let me tell you, I'm going to enjoy every last second of mine, even if the scenery outside isn't the least bit tropical like theirs!