My parents and I have never had a very good relationship. For the first two years of high school I attended Oakdale Christian Academy, a boarding school for girls. At first, being away from my parents was like experiencing freedom for the first time. However, it wasn't as exciting as I thought it would be. The teachers were stricter than my parents! I really missed my house, my bed, and even my family. I thought for sure that my family would feel the same way and miss me as much as I did them.
We had an eight o'clock curfew at Oakdale, when I used to complain about my previous eleven o'clock curfew. We weren't even allowed to have boy visitors! I had to clean my room every weekend while I was making it by with maybe cleaning once a month at home. I desperately missed my old lifestyle and when vacation finally came I was ecstatic.
I was very disappointed though when I came home as if nothing had happened for two years. It was as if they didn't even notice. My parents didn't even show up on time for my flight, and I had to wait alone in the airport for almost a half hour. I missed them so much and they didn't even show up on time. It made me feel frustrated and that I wasn't wanted back at my home. Things are better now though, and I don't take anything for granted anymore. Perhaps I was too hard on them and it was my own fault. I use to just accept my family as always having to be there, but you only get what you give.