I moved out

It's been two weeks since I've moved out of my parents' home. It's been so good so far, other the fact that I lost two grand during the process, but like my dad always said, "El dinero siempre regresa." Anyways, another thing that has sucked about moving out is my family is now ghosting me??? Not everyone in my family, just my mom and my oldest sister. I'm trying not to let it affect me, especially since I've been feeling so much better about myself and about life and I'm no longer in the same headspace I was two months ago. I've spent too much time dwelling on the fact of whether or not I deserve to have this freedom, this experience, and I'm not gonna let other people make me feel bad about finally doing something for myself. I know they think I made the wrong decision, and I know I've given the impression that I don't know how to think for myself, but for fuck's sake- is the thought of me doing things on my own and learning really that hard to believe? It doesn't matter, anyway, because I've made it this far. Sure, moving out might not seem like a big deal, but it is for me, and I'm tired of downplaying my own experiences. I finally did the one thing I've always wanted; I moved out! That's so exciting! I'm not letting myself go down that path of guilt and shame, I'm finally happy. I made one of my goals happen, that's so cool of me! I didn't know I was capable of it. The coolest part of all of this, is now I know I have a 100% success rate: therefore, I'll always be okay at the end of the day. I wish my 15-year-old self can see me right now.