Independent life...

It has been exactly 4 weeks and 1 day (yes, if you count, it is Aug 15th, Mari's bday, haha) since I moved out of my parents house.

At first it felt weird, mostly cause I always thought I'd move out 'till I got out of this "beautiful" country. But I wanted some taste of independence. I had tasted it already 3 and a half years ago, but got cut short cause some asshole stole my car and couldn't get to work, so I needed my mom's car, and thus I had to move back to my parents.

So, I knew what it felt like moving out of the house, and what it felt like moving back in, I most definitely was more comfortable at my parents, all the utilities, internet, computer, good food, and the company of my family... so I thought: "Ok, I now what it feels like living on my own (at some degree at least), I know what my parents go through with the house expenses, and I know what it feels like not being able to depend on somebody else to solve or help solve your problems, it's all me... so, why would I want to get out of my parents' again???", and for sure, that was my way of thinking for over three years...

Then came august 2010... I started feeling the itch of moving out again, I now had a better grasp of life than before, I'm more experienced, and had spent lots of time thinking about independent life.

The first couple of weeks, it was rough, they cut the water cause they hadn't paid the bill, we had no stove, no fridge, no air, no internet, nothing... It was then that I thought: "Why DID I do it???". I mean, I wasn't really regretting it, but more like wondering, I knew what it was going to be like, what I was going to leave behind... and still decided to do it... maybe just to see the expression of people when I tell them I moved out.

I got home, and it felt weird, like when you sleep over at a friends house, and you can't stay asleep for more than an hour at a time, I got sick real bad, we didn't have good food, only potatoes, and that was it. WORST OF ALL, I did not eat meat for a good 4 or 5 days... that is NOT acceptable.

So... why am I still here???

First of all, we signed a contract, so there's no way back so easily. But more importantly, cause I am honestly enjoying it. I like the responsibilities, I like being "broke", I like administering money for groceries and rent and utilities. I like being a couple of blocks away from school, I like being able to do what I want when I want, and lots of things...

But most of all, I open the door... and I know I'm home. That sounds corny as hell, but it's true, and I know it's only been four weeks, but it's something, I'm going to host a party next week (never done that), I'm going to pay rent with money actually saved throughout the month, I have a fridge (tiny :P), a stove, water, internet (yes, that is a necessity to me), company of good friends, I have it all :D.