THE DAY I LEFT HOME

Hey guys, I’m sorry I didn’t post yesterday but I was having a bit of a dilemma with my dad and he was p*ssing me off so I didn’t really feel like writing anything.. So today I’m going to make 2 posts hopefully of 2 themes.

ANYWAY

Theme 4 is about the day I left home. I haven’t actually left home yet so I guess I could either leave it out all together or write what I think it’ll be like and then when I do eventually leave home I can use it as a comparison and make a post about that! :D

I think leaving home is something that everyone thinks about when they’re younger. I mean its one of those things that you can’t wait for until it actually happens and everyone has to admit that when they were in school they said to one of their friends, “Oh, I cant wait until I can move out..”. Everyone has done it., even I have. I mean, I still cant wait to move out, I cant wait until I have my own apartment which I can decorate as I like and I can leave things lying around the place, it just seems like a perfect place to me, my own space for my own things. I would be able to invite my friends round whenever I wanted, eat whatever I wanted at whatever time of the day without someone saying anything.

There is that side of the idea of moving out, but then I also think there is another side of moving out which I’m not looking forward too that much. That part is, missing my parents. Considering I have spent the last 18 years of my life stinging from their generosity as JacksGap would say, I think the idea of getting things from my own back and not having them constantly there when something goes wrong is something that worries me. No matter how many times you say to your parents “I don’t need your help” or the amount of times you don’t listen to their advice, I think its safe to say, you’ll always need them there. I know that even though I’m constantly saying in my head, “God, shut up mum/dad, I know what I’m doing..”

But I suppose there’s no such thing as an adventure without any hardships.. So there’s my view on moving out, I still cant wait to do it, but I know I have to prepare myself for the bad times as well as the good ones that come with living in your own place.

If any of you have left home, is any of what I said right? How did you cope with going from being dependent to independent? BUT if you haven’t left home yet, do you agree with what I was saying or do you have a different view? Tell me. :)