I moved out of my parents place last year. It wasn’t so bad. I was in some nice (read: so gross I don’t even know what clean is anymore) dorms and made loads of friends (read: people who kept me up at ungodly hours calling it a partaaaayyyy)
The dorm kicked us out a couple of months ago when all our classes got over, so now I’m really on my own. I live in a small apartment that has one, ONE, bathroom with 4 other people. It’s not so bad, except I want to burst out into tears every time I want to pee. But more on that later.
Things that happen when you start living on your own:
- Your living standards drop like crazy. I sleep on a single person mattress. Notice how I said mattress? There’s no bed, the floor holds it up.
- You get poor, like really really poor. These days, I don’t even know if I can afford McDonald’s towards the end of the month.
- You start to realize how privileged you were with your parents. Mom ALWAYS stocked up on toilet paper. Not once did I have to think of creative ways of wiping my ass without toilet paper.
- You start getting excited about the little things in life. Just yesterday, my roommate and I got so psyched about buying 10 dishwashing sponges for a dollar. TEN!
- Your definition of ‘nice things’ will change drastically. Got something from the flea market without stains OR holes?! Score! Macklemore had it right the whole time.
- You will define cleanliness on a scale. On a scale of So-Clean-You-Can-Lick-It to College-Dorm-Bathroom, I’d say my apartment is a clean level of your average women’s handbag. It’s clean enough that you’re not afraid of touching anything, but every now and then you’ll find something that’ll make you say “Huh. How’d that get there?”
- You will feel pride at the oddest things. It’s official you guys. As of today, I am a proud owner of 30 rolls of toilet paper.
Adult life? Loving it.
What about you guys, what’s the most radical change you noticed after you moved out of your parents’ place?