I do not remember the last time I logged in 43things and looking at my list made me realize I actually closed a lot of them which is pretty cool. On another light, a lot of these I have no interest on persuing for different reasons. Mostly because they’re now irrelevant having more pressing things to tackle in these few years that have passed.
On moving out, I was able to do this two years ago and I actually still live in the same apartment I first moved into. The place is a two-storey apartment, huge space resembling an actual house. More than half of the first year was a struggle because coming from unemployment I didn’t have enough money to pay for my part of the lease so I had to loan from a friend. Having to settle the rent, monthly expenses, and paying back the loan left me very little for personal expenses, sometimes none at all. There were times where I really had no money for lunch I had to go home to eat. Sometimes, I walked home because I didn’t even had enough change.
I was broke but I had no intention of going back to my parents. I wasn’t having the time of my life but I still had lots to be thankful for. Bills, even if they consume most of my income, validated my independence. I had food in my fridge, a bed to sleep on (with nice fluffy pillows), I had clothes that make me feel good and I was healthy. It worked out a little bit after. I was even able to get out of my credit card debt and finished off the loan from my friend.
I guess that just represents me crawling out of my comfort zone.
Now the bad parts. Well, let me just call them challenges. I’m a girl and I live with guys. So number one issue is mess. Mess in the kitchen and mess in bathroom. That is gross and just drained me a lot of times. I come home and go straight to my room. These are people I’ve known for a long time and I have lots of fun with them. But when you actually live with them, it’s a different story. It’s like knowing different dimensions of their personality. You’ll hate each others guts and them laugh about it after a few days.
Another thing that can go terribly wrong is if you have psycho boyfriends. I was in a terrible relationship and this guy just went crazy on me and my housemates which I knew he wouldn’t dare do if he was at my parent’s house. What’s good about it is you come home to a place with friends who will talk to you and comfort you with their presence.
It’s a roller coaster. Lot’s of ups and downs. Definitely, we want more ups than downs and I feel that I’ve had more of that. In addition, I learned a lot about myself. What breaks me, the strengths I now recognize but I have yet to exploit.
But the big question is it, worth it? Oh hell yes! 5 months ago