Moving out of home

Todays topic is; moving out of home.

I’m going to share my experiences and feelings with you. The ups and the downs of how it was for me.

Firstly, my situation at home was not the best. It was something I needed to escape and had to escape. However, the story behind that is for another time…

Although I had this need for change, the feelings of anxiety crept in.

There was such a mix of emotions, fear yet excitement. Anger yet happiness. Grief yet peace.

After months of searching, I had finally found a place I was comfortable with.

It was a nice, big room, fully furnished. The kitchen, bathrooms and garden was nice. It was something that I could afford. So, I signed my first contract and set a moving date.

I haven’t felt so proud of myself in a really long time. I was doing big girl stuff and figuring stuff out for myself.

It was exciting picking out things for my new room and packing up all my things. It was a new chapter. A fresh start.

When I was buying all the things for moving out, I had a lot of help from my grandma. She brought me a lot of the essentials that you need to live, like cutlery, duvet, towels etc. I can’t express how grateful I am for her and the love I have for her.

But, I couldn’t help all of the change worry me. I knew it was going to be hard, to finically support myself fully.

I struggle a lot with having a low social battery. So I knew, meeting and living with strangers was going to be difficult. But it has really tested my patience, although taught me a lot of it too.

The moving day was honestly one of the most special days to me.

My best friend and her family helped me move all my stuff to the new place. Then, took me to get a week’s worth of shopping and all the essentials.

After my best friend’s family left, we ended up sorting out the main stuff in my room before my friends from work came over.

The girls from work came to settle me in. They brought me a nice card, which they had gotten everyone to write in and a housewarming gift. That was a very cute little plant. I truly felt spoilt.

Me and Abs made dinner and had a sleepover for my first night. It honestly meant the world to me. She knew I was feeling anxious about being alone my first night. So agreed to stay with me and help me move. I don’t know what I would do without her.

It was all going very well in the beginning once I had first moved out. Other than the broken microwave and oven… I liked my roommates, I felt like I could be myself and I was settling in. All until….

I was having a shower after work one day. And I come downstairs into my room, to see, a leak from the ceiling. This obviously made me panic and I contacted the landlord immediately. Luckily, I was heading out so didn’t have to sit and worry about it.

He responded not long after I messaged him. And then tried to accuse me of causing the leak. This just made me feel so angry and confused, as it’s something I’ve never dealt with before.

The next day, I woke up with intense anxiety. Just pure feelings of disappointment and sadness. I felt though everything I had worked hard for was ruined. I had finally got myself a room which was mine and I had made mine, now I might not even have a room in a couple of days.

The landlord checked it out and said that it was an issue with the sealing, not an issue I’ve caused. So, he sorted that out shortly after.

I had felt a lot better, knowing that I had sorted out all the problems in the house. I’m the youngest, moving out of home for the first time yet I’m the only one getting problems resolved?

I think the conclusion of how I feel towards moving out is, it’s difficult but necessary. It has taught me everything I need to know about life. The people who are there to support me, how to make something you’re own.

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