Happy April Fool’s Day!
But I’m not kidding. It’s been a year since I moved out of my parent’s house. I vividly remember the stressful experience of apartment hunting on Craigslist.while still convincing myself it wasn’t a stupid financial move, especially for someone who was self-employed. I had to admit, I had my moments of doubt, not having a stable stream of income was a really scary thing. But I also realized it was a fear in my head that I could overcome if I wanted. And I did. I wasn’t going to let my self doubt inhibit me from doing something that was important to me. Living at home was starting to become unrealistic so that was a big motivator too.
I have grown so much living on my own in this past year. I have experienced a death (of a roommate) and a robbery (luckily I wasn’t the victim) in my apartment. They may sound horrible on paper but witnessing a death in such close proximity was a wake up call to value my short and finite amount of time on Earth. As embarrassing as it was for me to admit, I was that spoiled kid at home who never had to clean the house or do laundry or cook while I was living with my parent, I had to force myself to learn all those things and it was one of the best things I ever did to myself.
Although my mom would disagree and argue that moving out was not a smart financial move, I had to say it changed me for the better more than I imagined. I’ve become more self-reliant and confident. I like the person I am today a whole lot more than my older version a year ago.