Moving On, Moving Out

I have decided to be an adult. Not permanently, I’m not a crazy person. But for long enough to do the big girl thing and move out on my own. I am 22 years old and I live with my dad in the same house I have lived in for twenty years. Twenty. Years. I feel that people only talk about time in terms of decades when they’re, y’know…old. And yet here I am, young and very definitely not adultlike, discussing my time spent living under a parent’s roof in that very same manner. And I’ve decided that it’s time to change. I want to be able to talk about my living arrangements in terms of months, goddamnit.

I’m the second oldest of four kids, and the last still living at home. My older sister moved away years ago, and now has two kids and a wedding date set for next year. My second youngest brother moved out a couple of years ago with friends and is a qualified boilermaker. My youngest brother still lives with mum admittedly, and after much procrastination and laziness, now has a steady job and a beard. And then there’s me. I work four days a week, try and fail to keep up with my creative pursuits on the other three days, and have never lived alone.

My dad was away a couple of days last week, and I enjoyed having the house to myself. A lot. And so I got to thinking about doing that all the time and thus, the decision to move out was made. I put a fridge on layby. I arranged with a friend to temporarily borrow his couch. I started looking at houses. I’ve been imagining how I would set it up. I even had dreams about it! Now all I need is a bit more cash behind me and an approved rental application, and you’ll be looking at a proper renter.

I think what I’m looking forward to is the space. I want to set up my sewing somewhere where I can leave it. A place to sew at 11:30 at night, without having to worry I’ll wake someone. I’m looking forward to cooking what I want. Watching what I want. Playing my own kind of music without annoying someone. I’m looking forward to walking around naked.

A few people have been pretty negative about it. I understand that it’s not going to be all fun and bubbles. I know it’s going to be more expensive. I know that there are going to be times when I wish I was still living at home. But I also know that now is exactly the right time. It feels right to me, and I’m always one for following my instincts.

So here’s to doing my own thing, to being (temporarily) an adult. Here’s to walking around naked!

Aw yeah.

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