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Originally Posted by Breathe Fully  What about you? |
Leaving home and living by myself was really big and scary for me at first, but I felt it was necessary. Home was comfortable, but I felt like I was outgrowing it and at times I felt somewhat suffocated by it too. So I packed my proverbial bags and off I went. I've lived in several places since leaving home. Some okay, some awful and some pretty awesome... like the place I'm living in now
At first, I really missed home and my family. For several months all I wanted to do was do the course I had signed up to do in this town and then go back home
, but then something happened that has permanently changed my attitude towards moving back home. I met my first real serious boyfriend. It was truuuueee loooove in a matter of weeks. I couldn't bare to be away from him and he to me as well. We loved each other like crazy. After that, I decided I wanted to be here in this new town forever with him!
But then we broke up, pretty messed up. I was really cut about it for months, I worked as a housekeeper when I dated my now ex-bf and was still working there, I left that job early in the year, moved into a granny flat I got through some friends I made. Then I moved into a flat with a friend from the local college. That was heaps fun. We got along well and we had lots of parties, shopping trips, going-outs for coffee! It was pretty lovely and then I met another young man.
I never loved him as intensely as I loved the first one. But he was and will always be very special to me. He is a still a very good friend to me, even though we have broken up. He has also had a very big effect on my life for the better and worst. He helped me get into some proper employment, helped me with my social skills, exposed me to new things and events, taught me how to drive a car and even helped me get the new place I'm living at! At times, it could be very trying to be with him. But I just love him whatever happens. He has and is very supportive of me. I don't think he's the One in a romantic sense, or that we click too well romantically anyway... but we are excellent friends and I have always enjoyed his company in my life.
He is one of the best things about leaving home. But other things too: meeting new people, being able to do your own thing without explaining to others (namely parental authorities), having random cruises in your car (getting lost and then discovering you have almost nooo petrol left!!), hanging out with friends where-ever and whenever, just the freedom to be.
There aren't many things I miss about home. I suppose I miss somebody cooking for me every night :P and helping around with house chores. But even taking on responsibilities like bills or rent don't really faze me. It's handling these responsibilities which are the keys to the freedom I so enjoy and cherish.