Originally Posted by
Texan Penguin
So point of discussion- what was getting out on your own for the first time, people of Chat Zone?
Because I'm determining that right now. I'm extremely anxious this week because I'm moving out in three days to live on my own. I'm 29 and I've been wanting this since the day I turned 18, but my circumstances in life never permitted it before.
I just wish it was under better circumstances- my mother passed unexpectedly in February and my stepfather and I found a cheaper place to live. But the problem with that is that it's just cheaper for him- because he quit his job and I'm paying all of the bills except the car note and the car insurance, which he pays with the survivor benefits from mom. And he started dating a month after she died, which, despite it being his life and all is REALLY fucking tacky from his stepdaughter's perspective.
So my aunt and I have been planning in secret for the past few months out of concern that he will retaliate if he finds out. She paid my deposit on a one-bedroom apartment across the street from work and got me some house stuff and basic appliances, and they're going to blitz in on Friday with boxes and help me pack up and roll out.
I'm not sad to go at all. I'm definitely happy that I will have a space to truly call my own for the first time in my life. This house we're in now is a piece of junk- there's no central heat/AC because it was built in the 1920s, and the walls are paper thin so I can hear EVERYTHING. I work third shift and he waits until I start to go to sleep to wash the dishes. At least he does them, but it's annoying to hear water running and dishes clanking when I'm trying to sleep.
So again... What was your first time being on your own like? Did you enjoy the freedom as much as you thought?