Kim Sun's POV

"Remember, my unit is in building 13B, okay? 13B. 13B. Thirteen B!" I repeated to the

lorry driver as my eyes scanned the area for the said building. 

There were too many apartments in the area, and with one mistake, I could easily climb

up to the third floor of any building and probably get told off by any angry landlady - or

landlord - for filling up my stuff at the wrong house. Nuh-uh. No way am I gonna let my

precious weekend start off with getting on the wrong side of any landlord in this area. It

was after all, my first step of standing up on my own two feet.

Don't get me wrong, I am not a runaway kid who is rebelling against her filthy-rich-and-

probably-conglomerate-related parents or a kid who has no guardian to take care of me. I,

Kim Sun, am a healthy and hot-blooded 17-year-old kid (girl, if you must know psshh)

who just wanted to lift some burdens off my parents' shoulders. I'm not saying that our

family could not afford to take care of us. In fact, my parents have managed to raise all

four of us (my eldest brother, my big sister, myself and my little brother) just fine and as a

grateful daughter, I could not ask for better.

My eldest brother had been working with my dad for the family business for a few years,

and rightfully earned his position as one of the chief officers there. My big sister was

finishing college, and was promised to start working in one of her favourite high-end

bookstore in the accounts department as soon as she graduated from college. My little

brother had just started high school, and though he still had not clearly decided what his

interests were on, he was enjoying life as a teenager with his friends, old and new. My

parents were still working and loving their job; my dad with the family business of selling

cars and my mom working as a motivational trainer/learning consultant in one of the best

companies for leadership trainings in the nation. My parents fully supported whatever we

wanted, and it was sweet and beautiful.  It was perfect.

Which was exactly the problem. 

I was getting too comfortable that I lost focus of what I wanted to do. Sure, I was doing

fine in school as a second year in high school but I felt that it lacked... something. It was a

nameless spark that would make me want to strive for something, anything really! I was

becoming lazy because I had everything that I needed. I was content to stay that

way...which was really bad for someone barely growing up in her pants! No! I could not

turn into a spoiled brat that only whines should everything suddenly crumbles and goes

out of my way!

Being the smart kid that I was (since I don't think I am stupid, teehee) I poured

everything out to my mom. With my mom, we were never really the crying, teary-faced,

wailing unattractively, openly emotional type. Hell naw. Instead, we had all the sarcastic

tones, witty remarks, mature sharings and serious observations, and I would not

exchange them for any other styles. So, by the end of my rant - of me going on endlessly

about feeling aimless, spark-less, and eventually feeling worthless and just repeating the

same point over and over - she just eyed me and lifted a hand, telling me to stop.

"You couldn't wait till you're at least in college before telling me that you want to do

something in your life?" she used that tone that meant she knew it was coming from me,

anytime if not at that particular moment.

It took me a while as I searched for the answer inside me, but whatever came out could

not be farther from the truth "I don't know, I guess it can't wait. I can't wait." 

She let out a low sigh and mumbled, "I should have cut down on all those inspirational

fictions. Stupid Nobel-prized books."

I tried not to grin. "Any ideas, Mom?"

My mom let out a longer and louder sigh this time before looking up at me. "You can

always try living by yourself."

I tried processing what she said. When it did, I could feel my face scrunching up with

confusion. "Whaaa...?!" Yes, it was not a legit word but the moment called for it. She did

not make sense at the moment.

"I'm serious," she said with a straight face, "Since you said that you felt too comfortable

and too content in your current spot, why don't you try living with different settings then?

A new place all by yourself, a different school with people you've never known before,

earning money by yourself... A completely different lifestyle is probably what you need

then."

I could hear my mom go on and on, elaborating on her suggestion, something about

'honing survival skills' and 'realizing the harsh reality of the coming generation'. There

was even a bit about 'competition against the whole world once you step out' and 'how

gaining precious life experiences makes you a better person' and all the things adults say

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