Saturday 5th January marked a huge day in my life. It was the day I moved out of my parents house and into my own in Brighton. At the tender age of 20 it feels quite a frightening period and I currently find myself anxious and a bit sad. When my mum and dad left Brighton after a day of helping me move in, I cried my eyes out (as did mother), realising I really wasn't as grownup as I thought and hoped I was. Having said that, I expect at whatever age you move away from home you cry a bit, and mourn a bit. It's change and change is scary. Particularly when you don't have your mum there to tell you everything is going to be okay. The last couple of days I've spent time settling myself, hanging pictures and baking cookies. This entire week will be much of the same - along with reading and planning for the NCTJ that starts next Monday, probably and preferably in the numerous local coffee establishments.
You have a very beautiful blog. Every post is very well written and lovely. I enjoy my visit here a lot. Thank you for sharing your life with us. :D
ReplyDeleteMoving out is such a big deal, I don't think it will ever be easy. Baking really helped me out, and made me feel a bit more at home in the new place. I hope you settle in and Brighton is such an amazing place to have moved to :) xxx
ReplyDeleteWhat an exciting change! I moved out when I was 18 and went to Uni and I didn't move back after that, it was such a heartbreaking experience but such a liberating one! I remember crying too when my parents dropped me off and having to take a few minutes as my new 'housemates' were in the communal kitchen and I had to go and introduce myself. It made me so much closer to my parents being able to appreciate everything they had to do to keep a household running smoothly and it really does give you an amazing sense of independence. Enjoy it! xo
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Moving out is a big deal no matter what age. I left Northern Ireland at 18 to come to England and I cried like a baby for ages. I still get emotional thinking about how I've left home. Hope it all goes well :)
ReplyDeleteLiving with my boyfriend was the best year of my life. Honestly ! You're going to love it. Cheer up :)
ReplyDeleteawww! I remember when I moved out for the first time. I was strong for the first evening, but by the next morning, I called my parents and just sobbed. "Come back! I don't want to be here anymore!" But you'll get stronger. You'll make friends, you'll be busy, and it will be so gosh darn fun.
ReplyDeleteahhh congrats! i love brighton, i'm pretty jealous. it'll get easier, i swearrrr xx
ReplyDeleteOh my god, I can't believe I've just found out about this, what huge news!!
ReplyDeleteWhen I moved out of home (twice) I cried like a baby.
I wish you tons and tons of luck and happiness in your Brighton place! xx
moving out is a massive deal, I cried tons! Best of luck for the new place xx
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