It was ...nothing special, somehow. Except no one was bothering me to have lunch/breakfast/supper with them and smile and act nice while I listen to them eat. I was moving into a shared apt. with no less than five others but felt much less observed and "judged" than before. Talking was easier. On the bad side, self-esteem issues often made me afraid to leave my room, tho. Especially in the morning when I really really had to pee. And there just wasn't much space, which sucked. But I don't remember having felt as though it was such a great big change. Not bumping into them all the time also made a appreciate my parents a bit more.
I'm coming home
Can't tell you anything, since I'm still living with me parents, except be bold and good things will come to you. I'm just wondering where your moving to. Is it just your own rent in the same city, or is it someplace new and exciting?
"Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home!" ~Johnson, Howard
Re: I'm coming home
I loved it! The first year I spent out of a house owned by a relative (I "ran away from home" at 18 but really just moved in with my grandmother, five min. away from my home) was probably the best year of my young life. I was a little scared at first, but I had two roomates (and our three boyfriends) so I was not lonely. Everything from being able to decorate our own house (movie theater size "Heathers" banner above the t.v. and seventies style candles on the coffee table), to joint grocery shopping trips at 2 am, was an experiance. I still have fond memories of sitting with my roomate watching "Saved By the Bell" in our pajamas and matching Chesire cat slippers, trying to see how many different foods Cheese Whiz tastes good with (she won when she shot it into her ice cream cone and ate it out with a peice of licorice).
I do have a warning for you that was given to us but we unfortunately did not heed. Living with aquaintences or strangers is actually easier than living with your best friends. By the end of the year we were at each other's throats. It ruined our friendships. If I could do it again I'd move in with someone I don't care about.
I still dream about the day I can live by myself. Maybe when I'm 45.
yep.
I learned that one about living with friends years earlier...letting people live with me at my mom's...
eeeek. bad idea. baaaad idea.
Oh and ramen noodles are a godsend.
I actually had alot of the experiences you mentioned in college...well that feeling was there anyway
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