I like to think of myself as an advocate for ones independence, although my current lifestyle doesn't exactly ooze Miss Independent 2010.

It was not until recently that i jumped on the "trips without parents" bandwagon and i have promised myself I will never look back. Never will i subject myself to visiting family and waking up to clean EVER AGAIN!

Early this year, me and three friends decided to take the plunge and lock in a trip to the US. Why not? Who wouldn't want to spend 5 weeks shopping on 5th Avenue and poolside pina colada's at Caesar's Palace Hotel (and possibly reenacting scenes from The Hangover). All without the company of mummy and daddy dearest.

Don't get me wrong, I love them dearly - but my once short fuze for their tolerance is officially BURNT OUT!

A recent weekend 'scandal' has shed light on the fact that these people are living in a box (clearly one without any peep holes). Drinking alcohol four times a year doesn't qualify you as an alcoholic, Mother! See what i mean - how can one be willing to holiday with these people.

My initial idea for this post was to brag about what an awesome time I'm going to have on this holiday, but evidently things took a turn for the worst. Instead this is an insight into the sheltered lifestyle i lead.