Happy Sunday Readers!
I'm sitting on my living room floor, coffee beside me, candy cane candle burning, listening to the Hansen Christmas album, and can't believe how quickly this year has gone.
A year ago on December 1, I packed all my stuff into a moving van, and eight hours later with the help of my amazing friends and family, I was completely moved in to my first little place of my own.
I've been asked so many different questions about this decision over the past year and before I decided to make the leap of living on my own.
Why don't you just live with your parents? You have it so good at home.
Why do you want to live alone?
Why would you waste money renting?
Living on my own was always something that for some reason was really important to me. I can't exactly pin point why, but it felt like something I needed to do at some point in my life.
I've been super lucky, growing up with really supportive parents who did everything they could to make sure I was always happy and provided for. When I graduated University, I felt the need to kind of figure things out on my own, and as weird as it sounds, "adult". I found I was starting to resent my parents, just for being good parents, and I craved independence. (Don't get me wrong I love my parents and we had & still have an amazing relationship)
Figure out paying bills, manage a budget of my own, decorate my own space, be able to WATCH CABLE in MY living room without having to fight with my dad about why I HAD to watch the Bachelor franchise shows in real time or it would be ruined for me by social media.
You get the point.
I had finished my degree, got my first "big girl job", and for me, it just felt like the next step. And TBH, I could not be happier with the choice that I've made.
Are there moments I look back on the past year and think about the amount I've spent on rent and almost have a mental breakdown? 100%. However I wouldn't trade the last year of independence and memories back. The countless nights on the floor drinking wine with my girlfriends, learning out how to actually cook chicken in my oven, my quiet Sunday mornings listening to music or watching my favourite shows, brunches on brunches on brunches (Tia - no more Champagne "swords" in my kitchen, ever.), the list goes on and on.
Mainly, I think living on my own has also reminded me how important time on my own is to me, and honestly that being alone is okay. I love surrounding myself with friends and family, as often as I can honestly, but there are times that I find spending time with myself to be so energizing.
I find that a lot of people are really scared of the idea of being alone, and sometimes it's something to embrace!
So my advice is, if you're considering living on your own but are worried about all the other small factors, just do it! From my experience, you won't regret it.