1. WHICH HOUSE DO YOU CALL "YOUR HOME"?
To be honest, this one is fairly straightforward for me. My old house, my parent's place, my farm is my home. I'll probably always think of it that way. But it's SUPER weird to have another place that you live in that's supposed to technically be your home, but it's not really your home, y'know? It's not the place that holds all the memories. That can't be replaced very easily after twenty years. All of it just becomes confusing.
2. I DON'T HAVE ANY SIBLINGS TO MOCK ANYMORE?
This is difficult. Mocking siblings is the pinnacle of my existence and now there's none to tease? It just isn't right, or fair. What am I supposed to do with myself now? All this extra time to spare...
3. WAIT, I HAVE TO CLEAN THAT?
If you were lucky, like I was, you had a really awesome mom with a really high standard of cleanliness....that really just can't be met when you yourself are super lazy but still don't like feeling like you're walking around in dirt and grime all the time. So you've gotta do something about it, but ugh, work. It's a vicious cycle where it's mentally damaging to sit in the filth but so, so hard to do anything about it.
**My house isn't that bad, my mom just has crazy high standards that I'm used to.
4. I DON'T UNDERSTAND THIS COOKING YOU SPEAK OF...
We might as well state right now that I'm probably the least domestic person in the history of ever and I can't cook or bake to save my life. I love food, but the act of making food is so slow and boring and time-consuming and I could be doing literally anything else and be much, much happier and more productive. So, naturally, moving away from said-amazing-mother is a bit difficult in this regard. Since I have to not only do the cleaning, but the cooking too. And I have high standards for food as well. Thanks mom and grandma.
5. TOWN LIFE SUCKS.
Of course this is not a struggle that applies to everyone, but for me, it is hard. I have only ever lived in one town of 100 people and spent most of my time at the farm anyway, so moving into the city has been...well, unpleasant. Tap water is disgusting. The roads are noisy. I don't hear coyotes anymore. I can't see the stars so well. Le sigh. I don't like it.
6. NO PETS!
This one is the worst. Renting a place often means no animals allowed. I miss my dogs and my cats a lot, and my horses as well (though of course they couldn't exist here at all). I've always had pets in my life and not having them is definitely a hard thing to give up.
There you have it, 6 Struggles of Moving Out. Perhaps a few can relate, for some it may serve as a future warning. :P In all seriousness though, moving out is pretty cool. It's a whole new, thrilling adventure and another chapter started in your life. It's pretty neat to see all the different things that begin to unfold when your life takes such a drastic turn. I won't pretend there aren't some hard things too (as mentioned above), and those take a bit of getting used to/getting through. Change can be cool, but it can be difficult too. And that's totally fine. I'm learning that all I really need to do is trust in God, sit back and enjoy the ride. Cherishing memories and living moment by moment and looking forward to the future with hope. Doing that, the change is not quite so hard or bad, in fact, it's pretty cool.
How did you cope with big changes in your life like moving out? Did I encourage or discourage you with my little rants? XD Let me know below!