I have been home for a while now, I moved back in at the beginning of the year after six years of living on my own and my oh my! It is quite an adjustment😢. Do not get me wrong as I am not complaining. Actually there are plenty of upsides to it, to begin with; I am not handling any bills so that is a win. I guess that’s as far as I had thought this one through.
I guess it has been quite an adjustment for everyone too, though honestly speaking I think my parents secretly love the idea of having me back. I have been brought up by very reasonable parents so I have no curfews to work with. However, common courtesy is definitely needed of us to state whether one will get late; which is solely for logistical purposes in the event they need to pick you up if you are stranded. That aside, you are as free as a kite. The catch to this kind of freedom being it comes with heavy responsibilities. Therefore, with that structure in place, being at home has never really placed me at a point of feeling the need to sneak out or lie about sleepovers just to get my time out. Neither has it had me staying in school just to have my own liberty even when every bit of me is screaming to go home. It has been a cordial existence that has slowly grown over time to that nature, I would be lying if I said it had always been so. As I digress…
The dynamics on many fronts change totally by factor of moving back home. Irrespective of how great that one time offer is, it remains to be scrutinized within the confines of the surrounding. Simply put, spontaneity is not an option for this case. Things have to be well planned and thought of especially for one who is spontaneous as I am.
Therefore, I fully understand why my friends would do anything to remain out of home. There is a level of convenience that comes with living by yourself when you overlook the bills that come with. You get to keep your relations with family crisp clean as you rarely step on each others toes. You also get to handle your things in a manner that you would prefer, have your peaceful moments with no-one munching on your precious fruit haul or sneaking away that top you love ☹️.
However, through the back and forth of me trying to vet whether this is a valid post to put up over the last two weeks, I have gotten a refreshing perspective over things. This lass has to learn to make it work because from now henceforth, it might just be inevitable to live alone. Let’s face it, I also won’t make the mistake of rushing to move out just because I can’t be cordial and make a couple of compromises where that’s concerned. The other bit to it is I really really do love home, it was always that place I went to rejuvenate when things in school became too heavy to handle. It is that peaceful place for me, like a retreat that I don’t get to pay for😛. Our neighborhood is quite peaceful with a rural setting ; reason why I run back home to recollect my thoughts. Living away from home has also had me realising that it is virtually a steal to get a place as peaceful, I guess the fact that I am an old soul; ranch house kind of girl does have me biased🙈.
I am aware that there are many of those out there who we bare similar characteristics, those who just love their personal space. Season that with being a perfectionist and it ends up being quite a recipe for disaster where having a housemate is concerned. This is not a notion in my head, a theory or speculation yet to be tested, quite the contrary. It is a fact that I made peace with after failed attempts and knowing that it was not a windy day when the apple fell from the tree. Yap! Yes I just did! 😜
Upon that realization though, I have resolved to make it a beautiful experience with no hurry to move out. Hello future husband /o|. This has slowly brought back serenity in me while chasing away the constant agitation and frustration that was present earlier on.
With that in mind let us go forth and make sunshine together sweethearts.
Lots of love ❤️❤️
HIGHCARBLIVING 