Frivolous Risks

Last night I went out to two bars (or a bar and a pub?) with my friend Michelle, her boyfriend Scott, and two other people from her college. I never really went out much during college, but was glad to find the lounge/bar environment is more my type of setting than a crazy club would be. I had fun and was happy to hear a lot of late 90s music (as if by telepathic request) played by the DJ/music dude. It's good to take a risk every once in a while and do something you wouldn't normally do.

Right now I'm talking to my brother in the Dominican Republic online. My parents want me to move back in with them because my job isn't going to make me enough money to both support me and pay any bills. It sounds terrible but I rather take on frivolous debt than go back to living with them and have to re-closet myself, more so in a country that isn't as accepting or understanding. I love my parents but I can't go back to being 16 and scared to death again.

They were against me moving away to college and I ended up going away anyway and having four of the best years I've ever had.

This motivates me even more.