Living on my own

I just looked back at my old posts and realised I didn't even tell you guys I moved out of my parental home over 2 months ago lmao.

I was scared shitless to actually take the step but it's been great honestly. I used to have a pretty difficult relationship with my parents, we couldn't be around each other without fighting anymore. Every little thing set us off, but that didn't mean it was easy for any of us when I decided to move out. They were mainly scared that they'd never see me again, but tbh I'm over there at least once a week now and it's so much nicer. This distance turned out to be what we all needed to heal, our relationship's never been better.

Living alone was scary in the beginning. Suddenly you're on your own, and if you're sick? Bummer, you still have to do groceries and the laundry. The very first week, I truly regretted moving out. It didn't feel like my place. I got a lot of my furniture from the old tenant, and everything else was brand new, so it felt more like living in some Airbnb. 

By now, I feel like I've really been able to make this little place my own, this is my home, this is my stuff, and this is my pile of dirty laundry. And the freedom to do whatever and go wherever I please has been amazing. There's still lonely evenings of course, coming from a full house with a sibling and pets, being truly alone is going to feel a little weird and sad sometimes. All part of the experience! I'm still proud of myself for stepping up and actually getting it done.