I’m 23 years old and about four months ago I moved out of my parents, for what I hope, is the last time. I first moved out when I was 18 to University, from one of the smallest city’s in the UK to the capital, London. My experiences as a student in London were unforgettable but now that I have moved out as an adult rather than a student, things are very different.
Don’t get me wrong, I know that you’re an adult when you’re a student, but your lifestyle, or at least my lifestyle, certainly couldn’t be classed as adulting.
After my undergraduate degree I was granted a scholarship to continue my studying to a postgraduate level. My scholarship covered my course, travel and fees for books etc… So that meant moving back home. I love my family but oh my God, moving back home after three years of independence… Nightmare!
So sharply after I graduated from my masters degree and got my job, I moved out. And here I am, writing a post about five painful truths of moving out of your parents.
I am going to start with this little golden nugget, that is actually the best thing about living out of your family home. Independence, not being asked when you’ll be home, or questioned why you’re eating dinner at 22:00, or why you’re having ice cream at 07:35.
It’s simply just nice having the ability to do your own thing without question (I’m not saying eating ice cream at 07:35 is a daily thing, just something I can do, if I want to).
Laundry is actually the bane of my existence, despite knowing I am running out of clothes, I still allow myself to get to the point where I need to wash 2-3 loads in a day (maybe I just need to buy more clothes? OK, maybe I need to get my sh*t together).
I think we take for granted all the little things that our parents would do for us. Being at University 09:00 to 20:00 every day, coming home to all my washed clothes, new bed sheets, never running out of tea towels – that is luxury.
Again, this is something I totally took for granted when I was living at home. I adore cooking, it’s possibly one of my favourite pastimes (alongside video games and reading, of course). But after being out of the house 08:00 to 18:00, do you really want to be finished eating at 20:30? That gives you about two hours max to relax before bed?
I should probably mention. Adult life as a student = stay awake until 03:00 writing essay, roll out of bed 10:00 and stroll into class when you feel like it and repeat. Adult life as a employee = roll into bed at 22:00, force yourself out at 06:00 and repeat.
Eating is a necessity but sometimes having the time to cook actually feels like a privilege.
I might take back what I said about independence being the best thing about living in your own place. Space, not just your own bedroom to retreat to. But the feeling of having a really long day and coming home, and just getting to sit in silence and do your own thing – that is total perfection for me sometimes.
I actually live with a friend, but we both do pretty long days at different time schedules so we mostly leave eachother be for a while when we first come home and just having that bit of a breather is so relaxing (especially considering then you have to cook, clean, squeeze in some volunteer work and binge a TV programme).
And the final painful fact about moving out of your parents house:
5. Their toilet paper is always going to be nicer than your toilet paper
Like, how much money do they spend? It’s like clouds, I swear.
In reality, adulting with your own place is such a big but necessary step and getting into a routine that works is so hard, especially transitioning from a student life into working.
But you know the best part, you can always retreat for a few days back home.
Have you guys moved out? How did you find it? What were your big realisations?