When I first announced to the people I know/love that I was going to move out, their first instinct was to ask me - kind of shocked - if I was moving out all by myself.
It's an understandable question. I'm a pretty social person, and I've never been on my own before. When I was living at home, I was living with four other people. So I guess they kind of wanted to know if I'd keep up the status quo and move in with a friend or a roommate.
Except that I wasn't going to do that.
My parents got divorced when I was very young, so most of my life was spent going back and forth between two different homes. So I never felt like I ever really had one place to myself.
Then, when I moved in full time with my dad, I was sharing the house with a whole lot of family. And although I felt a little better about being in one place, it still didn't feel 100% like my own.
So when I decided to move out, the decision was easy. I was going to be on my own, and have one place to myself, for the first time in my life. No roommates allowed.
People were kind of surprised when I told them. Like I said, I'm a really social person, but I do like chilling on my own, so I figured I'd be fine.
I was wrong.
Moving out by myself has been a roller coaster and a half, guys. I wasn't used to being alone, so it's a huge shock to me to wake up and eat breakfast all by myself.
It's weird to go to bed without saying goodnight to a house full of people. It's weird to cook dinner and not make extra for anyone else. It's weird to get home and just be like :| cool, I'm home, what now? It's weird to think that if you choke on your breakfast and die, it might be days before anyone finds you.
But it's also pretty great... You know, except for that last part.
Living on my own has actually taught me a lot about myself. When you're sharing a living space with others, there's a lot of noise - but when you're alone, that's it. It's just you, so you definitely discover a lot of things you didn't know about yourself.
You also learn to rely on yourself for a lot of things. Forgot to cook dinner? Cool, then you're not having dinner. Didn't go grocery shopping? Enjoy eating takeout forever. Blew through your rent money this month? Lol girl, enjoy dealing with that.
And although a lot of this stuff is tough, it's also great. Living on your own makes you grow up. You've got to take care of shit for yourself, and it might be a little difficult, but at the end of the day, it's probably one of the best things you can ever do for yourself.