Never did I think I would find myself in the position to need to move back home again, but here I am. 21 years old and once again needing to rely on my parents. Being the oldest sibling, the only thing I ever wanted to do was GET OUT OF THE HOUSE! I did, and it was great, until I dug myself into a hole of mistakes so deep I needed someone to throw me a rope to get out. Now, on my way out of my hole which I imagined would be difficult, but difficult is an understatement. Maybe it's beacuse my of my family but probably because of myself. I never am one to admit when I need help or when I"ve screwed up, but I suppose when you're single and 5 months pregnant it's a little obvious. I've never been so grateful for what someone might do for me as when my mom and dad said I could move back home. Granted it's not always easy and it's definately not easy having no job or car and kinda feeling stuck. But, the sacrifices they were willing to take to help me out are insurmountable and none can ever compare. Well with the exception of what the Lord has done for us. It's deifnately hard to not be a parent especially when you have 5 younger siblings, 4 under the age of 14. And granted, noone is perfect, least of all me, but, ythere are definately days where I wished I'd never chosen to come home. NOt because I"m ungrateful, but because some days it's just too hard. I think about people who don't have families to go home to and how unfortunate we consider them to be. I couldn't imagine having somewhere to go for Christmas or birthdays. Or people who sit on death row who have commited a crime so haneous that we have sentenced them to a life of solitary confinement until they die (when we decide to kill them). So I suppose, for those days that I am particularly ungrateful, I ought to just count my blessings and get over it.