My parents told me to take the bus to my Harvard graduation because they were too busy buying my sister a brand-new Tesla, but when they finally showed up expecting to watch me quietly walk across the stage and go back to celebrating her, the dean took the mic, said my name, and my father dropped his program as the whole crowd learned what I had built while they were busy acting like I was never the child worth showing up for. – Reading Times

That cold warning was the entire extent of the sendoff they provided for me. Meanwhile, Kaylee was preparing to start her freshman year of high school with a massive wardrobe overhaul and the latest top tier laptop on the market.

The contrast between our lives could not have been more stark, but I had completely stopped expecting anything different from them by that point. As I closed the heavy front door behind me, I felt a strange and intoxicating mixture of deep sadness and absolute liberation.

I was finally going to build a life that belonged entirely to me without any strings attached. My first semester at the university was a brutal and exhausting awakening for my system.

While the majority of my classmates were focusing solely on their intense studies and social lives, I was constantly juggling a full course load with three demanding part time jobs. I worked at the campus library during the early mornings and delivered food for a local bistro between my afternoon classes.