I was comfortable and happy at home. It was an easy life.
Dinner was cooked for me each night, my washing was done when I needed it to be, I could rehearse with my choir when I needed to, friends were around the corner when I wanted to go out for coffee or drinks and it was cheap. I had nothing to complain about. I would spend most of the week with my family, visiting my boyfriend at the weekend and the routine was great.
It wasn’t just home where I was happy. I was in a stable, well-paid job too. I enjoyed it and I loved the people that I worked with. We were a great and close team, but then I had the perfect job opportunity – in a different city.
Between my parents, my boyfriend and I we worked out ways that I could do a commute each day taking an hour and a half every journey and I had seven weeks to get work this all out, balancing a job, a commute and still having to rehearse too. It just wasn’t a feasible option. So it was back to the drawing board.
My boyfriend and I talked about it. We talked about it an awful lot. Working out the pros and cons of moving in together was the easy thing, putting it into practice was the scary part. I hadn’t lived away from home before. I’m not stupid – I know how to do my own washing, cleaning, ironing and cooking, I just rarely had to do it. We decided we would just go for it and I moved in and it’s been the best decision I’ve ever made.
It’s easy to say that I’ve moved away from ‘home’, but I’ve set up a new home for myself now. I feel more grown up and more independent. I understand the difficulties faced by being an adult and living alone. To be an adult and to be independent can’t be taught and it may be a frightening experience, but it’s the most frightfully delightful experience. I’ve learned more about how to be an adult and how to be independent from moving out than any of the jobs I’ve had or any of the qualifications I’ve gained.
Best of all, it’s strengthened by relationship and it’s changed my whole persona. I have a greater understanding of the difficulties people face and how busy people’s lives can be. So much has changed since I’ve moved out, but I’ve also learned so much and experienced so much. I feel more confident in myself, I feel more confident as an adult living in a busy city and I feel so much happier to be in control of that.
I don’t deny that I’ve had it lucky and been in the right place at the right time, but the decision to move out was a difficult one but I have absolutely no regrets about it. It’s fantastic. It’s the best thing I’ve ever done.
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