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I’ve had an inkling that I’m experiencing separation anxiety disorder. I keep going home. I might as well be a commuter! But I’m a little apprehensive about being 23. I guess I’m subconsciously trying to spend as much time at home as I can because I don’t know if I’ll have the opportunity to be so close later down the road. As much as I’ve been saying how excited I am to finally enter that next phase in life, this fear is creeping up on me. Once I get my Master’s, I’m trying to move down south. Away from mamapapa. They don’t drive me as nuts as they used to (especially momz!) and now I’ve got to leave!? Ain’t that some shit?