My job is ok, but I swear every day I wake up glad I don’t have to go to school. At least work pays me, and the people I work with are great. But even when we were desperately poor I still liked it better than childhood. Even an illusion of choice (as hexesofvexes puts it) is preferable to the tight constraints of childhood. Even when I had nothing but what fit in my purse, no home, no money that felt better, sort of free; now with a house and family I feel like we have luxury, kids, dogs, cats, garden. Lifestyle. All of adulthood, even the sucky parts, feel like my life to live, childhood did not.