Tweener

I've been throwing around this term in my head. Tweener. Usually a person who is in between where they were and where they're headed. Kind of like a purgatory of sorts. Like the summer between middle school and high school, you're a tweener. Or like me, I've hit 22 and I'm about to hit 23 in about 5 months, and I've been struggling with this tweenage. I'm coming to the end of my schooling, but it's just too far out to actually see the end. I've got a job, but waiting tables really doesn't make me feel like I have any purpose in this world. And I'm still living with my parents.

I've got the serious itch to move out. However, I can't find the time to have a real job. There's nothing I can do about this either, I mean, if I could find a job that would let me work 3 days a week and have enough pay to move into my own place, I'd do it in a heartbeat, but I'm stuck living as a tweener.

It's like I have to explain myself when I say I live with my parents. I know people that are younger than me that have moved out, but such is life. It's not a horrible thing, my parents are great, but I don't want to be thought of as a freeloader. I have no other option. I spent to much time trying to decide what I was going to do in college, transferring, and being a tweener times a thousand, that life has caught up and I'm stuck.

Things are coming to a head, but not fast enough. I'm ready for the next stage.