So I definitely underestimated this whole moving thing. If you follow me on Instagram, you know that I recently moved and started living on my own (well, with the nicest roommate in the world). I thought it would take me a week and a half or so to put everything together and then I’d be off to living my normal life.
The thing is, there’s soooo much involved in moving. From finding a place to packing, to actually moving your stuff from one place to the other, to unboxing, to buying basic furniture, to actually building that furniture… I mean, there are many steps in this veeery resumed to-do list.
Besides the physical aspect of doing almost all by yourself, there’s the emotional aspect of moving on your own.
For a little background, I moved to the US in October 2015. I started living with my aunt while I figured out what I was going to do next. I then applied for my Masters and got accepted in record time.
Fast forward to the beginning of this year, I realized it was time for me to continue the path I had started when I moved here. After getting too comfortable at my aunt’s, I knew it was time for the next step (there’s this thing about me that I just dislike being comfortable, maybe a little masochism secretly going on?)
Back to the present time, it’s the first time I’m being 100% independent and responsible for my own choices.
It’s been amazing so far and I wouldn’t change it for the world. But of course you have to adjust your routine, be on top of daily chores (doing dishes, laundry, you know, your regular housekeeping stuff), and understand that if you go crazy with your finances there’s not going to be an unlimited support fund to have your back (hey, I’m not Blair Waldorf; I can’t overcome problems with trips to Europe). I have lived alone before and have been semi-independent, but this is completely different.
And all that is without talking about the actual “being-alone-almost-all-the-time” thing. You have to really learn to be comfortable in our own skin and truly like yourself because you’re your only companion.
It’s incredible how many people seek to be surrounded by a lot of people all day every day, simply because they don’t like themselves that much and just rather avoid it as much as possible.
So this moving thing has helped me build some self-esteem and understand that being alone not necessarily means being lonely.
I could talk for hours about this topic (plus, I haven’t sat down and written in SO long that now I’m like 12 year-olds after summer break when they see their friends back in school and won’t stop talking for like three days catching up).
I guess I’ll have time to fill you in as things progress, but I think this gives you a good idea of where I’ve been during this time.
With that, I’m off to meal prep for tomorrow, light my Amber & Vetiver candle and enjoy my Calm Tea mixed with Peppermint tea while reading a book in bed.