I moved out of my parents home when I was 20 years old. I was beyond excited. I think most women look forward to picking furniture and styling their own home. Which, seriously it’s fun but I don’t think I fully understood what moving out was all about. And, I don’t think anyone can tell you about it, you just have to do it and get through the first few months. Or, in my case a bit longer. I’ll be honest, I struggled when I moved out. Like, bad and here’s the reasons why…
Routine is thrown out the window
Whether you know it or not you’re in a routine. It’s kind of hard to explain because it’s not your routine you’re in, it’s your parents. And when you move out it’s gone. There’s no set dinner time, no one waking you up (my mum hates when we sleep in) and no one telling you to clean up. You just have to grow up and start your own routine.
I’m not sure if everyone experiences this but this really sucked at first, and sometimes still does. My family is pretty close. Like, I hang out with my family for fun. So when I moved out and it was just my boyfriend and I, I would get pretty lonely. I wasn’t used to not having multiple people in the house to talk and hang out with.
It’s so so expensive
You know how everyone tells you moving out is expensive? They’re right. They’re so right that what ever amount you expect it to cost, double it. It often feels like you can’t quite get your head above water. You will get better at budgeting though, so that’s a plus.
Furniture shopping isn’t that fun
Actually shopping for furniture isn’t as fun as walking around the store looking at all the stuff you like. Mainly because you have to pay. And not only do you have to pay but it has to match the rest of the stuff in your house. Then you have to figure out a way to get it home. Which, sometimes, you have to pay more money for.
Really this only sucks for half the population. The half that don’t like cooking (me). This actually sucks, you don’t realise how much you take your parents cooking for granted until it’s gone. And, for those who don’t like cooking, when do you start liking it? Like I actually feel kind of sorry for my future kids
What do you guys think? Is there something you didn’t realise until you moved out?