Moving out. Flying the nest. Entering the life of self-preservation. Whatever term you use for the big old milestone of leaving the family home, it’s a topic I don’t feel is discussed enough. I feel like we all know the basics of it, right? I’m not going to teach you to suck eggs, but it’s drilled into us that it’s ‘Move out, pay bills, dislike paying bills, repeat’ until we die. My mum always says “but you used to say you would always live with your Mummy forever” and now I absolutely want to pretend I’m 7 years old again with zero responsibilities other than blowing bubbles in jelly and learning to use a hair dryer.
Jokes aside, moving out is a really big deal for many of us. There’s a select few that can pack their bags without looking back and immerse themselves into life alone, with friends, with a partner etc. I’ve found it a bit tough, mainly because I was prepared, but more physically than emotionally/mentally. So with that, I wanted to share 5 things I’ve loved and 5 things I’ve loathed about moving out, in the hopes of shedding some light if you’re moving out too.