On Sunday, I moved out of my parents’ place and into an apartment downtown and I can’t even tell you how happy I am.
It’s not that my parents aren’t great, and I’m grateful that I could stay with them, but omg I don’t really think it needs explaining why at 27, I’d rather not be living in their home.
Back in August, I wrote about my move from an apartment I was sharing with a friend to my parents’ house. I’d just finished my 9-5 job a few months before and had made the decision to create my own online business via my blog. This meant that money was tight, and I couldn’t afford to stay where I was, so I packed my things, cried a bit, and moved into my parents’ house.
That was a really emotional experience for me. I had very little confidence in myself or in what I was doing- I guess I had just enough confidence to make the decision to go for it, but not enough to really feel good or secure. The main thought that kept running through my head was “If this works out, if I can pull this off, then moving home with my parents is just a good story and a stepping stone. But if I can’t do this, then I’m a 27 year old with no job and no money, living in her little brother’s bedroom.” That terrified me.
So moving home was challenging, but I expected that. What I didn’t expect was the amazing and supportive response that I got from you guys. After I wrote about moving in with my parents, I got a ton of messages and comments from both friends and people I’d never met telling me they believed in me and knew this was the right thing for me. It was so amazing, and it meant so much to me. From my friend comforting me while I cried in her car to getting motivation from people I’d never met online, I felt so supported.
One of my friends sent me a quote on Pinterest, and again, I cried when I read it because it just meant so much to me and it was exactly what I needed to hear. I wrote it out, stuck it on the bulletin board above my desk, and looked at it whenever I needed encouragement.
So thank you. Thank you so much!
I know this might sound a bit dramatic, what with all of the crying, but it was just a really intense time for me, and I guess I don’t really need to justify it (not that anyone is making me feel like I should! Just my own nerves about talking about this publicly I guess).
Living at home was actually awesome in a lot of ways. There are the obvious reasons, like cable TV and an abundance of delicious groceries , but there were also a lot of things I didn’t expect. I got to spend more time with my brothers than I have in a long time (my younger brother Miki was home for the first part of my stay at home before leaving for Basic Training, and then my youngest brother Jesse came home from university at Christmas and stayed at home to do a co-op), and I got to hang out with my Mom all of the time. We’ve always been close, but it was a different experience to live with her at this age- in a good way.
Once the emotional dust settled in August, I made a decision to be happy exactly where I was, and that in itself was a huge gift. I started to let go of the stress and complaining of having to move back home and I let myself be really happy. I figured, if I can be happy even when I’m not really where I want to be, then my happiness won’t be dependent on my outer circumstances. That is freedom.
In December though, I decided it was time to move, and I began looking for an apartment. I went to see a few, which I almost settled on, but I kept holding out because I wanted to be really happy with where I’d be living.
A couple of weeks ago, I found a room for sublet in an awesome apartment right downtown. I loved the place and signed the papers a few days later. The circumstances are all actually so perfect!
Like I said, I’m subletting, and the lease for the place is up at the end of April, so I’m actually only going to be here for 3 months (it was fully furnished, so moving in was a breeze). At first I debated on moving in because of this because I thought this was going back to my old non-committal ways, but I decided it was exactly what I need for now. Besides, I’m getting kind of antsy and have begun brainstorming on a second Spiritual Roadtrip for May (for details on the first roadtrip, click here) This whole experience has and continues to be an awesome practice in trusting and letting go (Rach, aren’t you proud? )
Since moving in, I’ve felt such a flood of new energy, new ideas, new motivation, and more peace. I mean I know it’s only been a few days, but I think this move was just what I needed
So that’s where I’m at right now (location wise, and emotionally!).
Thanks for letting me coming home Mom and Dad! And thank you to you all for being so nice and so awesome.
Talk to you Friday