Well, I did it! I moved and am living on my own. This may not be the most earth shattering news to some people but I am a 32 year old woman who has never lived on her own. Not talking about when the roommates or significant other were not home either; meaning I pay the rent, the entire rent check. Gulp. I do and all the bills....which are not as fun as I thought they were the first month.
Believe me, I am aware that there are other women out there that have not lived on their own either but you must know for me, this was always something that I felt I had wanted to do. Not sure why exactly. Maybe it was a longing to really learn who I am or part of the independent, stubborn side of me that wanted to know I could take of me, myself, and I. Of course I still needed my dad to help me put together some furniture and hang my curtain rod. That is just a reminder to me of how lucky I am to have him for such handy assistance.
Every item in this place is just as I want it. It is a representation or extension of who I am, in a way. I feel so at home here. It was a shock to find this place when I did actually. I had told myself to wait and save a few more months but I kept looking to see what was out there; daydreaming a bit. So randomly I found this place and went to check it out and I just knew when I saw it. I am weird like that, I tend to know when I want something, the big things at least, I just know in my gut.
Making the move was nerve-racking and exciting of course. It was bitter sweet leaving my parents too. They were beyond supportive and flexible and were the best movers ever! There were so many amazing people supporting me on this journey and they all know who they are. It blows my mind how lucky and blessed I am with the wonderful, caring friends and family I have.
With all that said, what is the real deal?
The read deal is that it is also a little scary doing this on my own too. I mean it is all on me to make the rent, pay all the bills, do the cleaning, cooking and some minor repairs. Plus the spider killing....eek! But then again, it is a little fun that it is all on me. I cook when and what I want. I have my own water filling process (hugs mom), and if I make the mess, I clean the mess. I was more worried that I, a very social person, would be way too lonely and lose my mind or something with nobody to chatter with when I came through the door. Yet, as many promised me, I am fine. In fact, I am not too much crazier than before I moved here.
So, with all the fun, worries, and independence that a rent check can buy, the getting used to cooking for one is the most challenging I must admit. Not in a sad way, like poor me I am alone crap, but meaning that it just takes a bit more planning. I am not a fan of wasting the food or the money on food either. With that, I will say I am a huge fan of Tupperware. Ha! Cooking for one and dishing up the remainders, with love, for my lunch; pudding snack packs too.
Thanks again to all who’ve been by and smiled for me in this new adventure.