we are in america. remember?

i found an apartment that i can imagine myself inhabiting. it is so cute! i pictured myself making tea in the tiny kitchen and taking it to the living room next to the high windows and just reveling in the fact that it's my own space. 

of course being from an old-fashioned family, i knew this would not sit well with my parents. i am more concerned with getting some sort of half-hearted approval from my mother, so i sat down with her yesterday for a talk. 

that did not go well. she basically asked me if i hate her. i had to laugh at that. why can't they get it into their heads that coming to america over 25 years ago would ensure that their children would grow up to be AMERICANS? 

i am excited to have found something i can afford and that i actually want to live in, but that feeling is being overshadowed by guilt and frustration.