this is one of things i've been having the most trouble with. i feel helpless to time and the immediate section of livable time as a kind of widthless and momentary band perpendicular and moving over the continuous passing ribbon of life as the present which is only a brief and stolid window opens and seems to depend totally on the amounts allocated to the bordering sections immediately before and after which result in an immanent and set and permanent unchangeable consequence Seems a lot of room to "err" Does that make sense :( Feel overly neurotic about this, what i REally mean , is E.G. when does one leave their parents's home in virginia and go back to "real life"