Moving out and UP

Moving out was a super strange experience.  Much much MUCH needed, don’t get me wrong, but strange.  You live somewhere your whole life, not knowing much else, maybe besides a college dorm room that you are barely in because your life is filled with studying and drinking.  And one day, you grow up and say bye to your room that you made countless memories in, bye to the comfort of your own home, and you go create that comfort somewhere else.

I first want to say that I absolutely love my new apartment and I could not be luckier, I do love it.  I moved out in May and four months later it is really starting to feel like home.  I love my bed and my sheets (see here: SOFTEST SHEETS IN THE WHOLE WORLD.)

But its just weird up and leaving your childhood home, and knowing that you will probably never live there ever again.  You are a real adult, and this is what life is like.  I really needed to move out and I really wanted to.  I lived at home for two years after I graduated college and for anyone who did the same thing knows that two years is a very long time.  It pulls on your relationship with your parents who really just want you gone no matter how much they love you.  Meanwhile you also really want to live your own life as you did in school, but you are now under your parents roof… it is not a fun combination.  I do not recommend.

So once you find a place you love and think you can live your twenties life in, you get to start moving in!  Decorating an apartment is seriously so fun… granted you like to be creative and don’t get stressed picking things out that you will have for a long time.

I loved decorating.  It meant that I could have all my own things, and I could really create and explore my own style.

Check out some of the items in my bedroom below:

The other aspect about moving out that people don’t always talk about is how hard it is to be away from your family.  When I was at college I was surrounded by friends 24/7.  No matter what I was with a friend or I was sleeping…  When I moved out I had a lot more free time alone.  When I was at home, I didn’t really notice this alone time, mostly because I was with my dog… Who you all know.  Here is a picture just to refresh your memories.

My Angel

Having said all this about having more free time and more alone time, I do feel more social living on my own.  I make my own schedule, I live closer to most of my friends and my work, and every time I step outside I see people just walking around. 

This move was a long awaited step towards my future… hence the moving out and UP.  Sometimes when you are feeling stuck; you don’t even know you are stuck.  You are just so wrapped up in what’s going on in your day-to-day life that you cannot see the bigger picture.  I really wanted to move out, but it was scary… terrifying.  That one decision to move out meant so much more to me than just moving some boxes.

It meant that I was staying in Boston for at least a couple more years, and it meant that I had to give up my small dreams of living with my best friends in LA.  I have always wanted to stay in Boston for my extended life but I didn’t know if I wanted to move away for a little before settling down.

All of these thoughts were circulating in my head while I was in my first couple of months at my new job and I was packing up my whole life to move.  It was a lot to process…

However, my takeaways from this whole experience are that moving out HAS to happen at some point, moving out can really help you grow as an individual, and decisions are never final.  You always have the option to change your life if you really want to.