Today marks the first anniversary of me moving out of my parents’ place.
Life has not been easy but I’m definitely a lot happier. It’s always been a goal of mine to move into a place of my own before I hit 30.
I didn’t manage to hit that goal but better late than never right? I’m currently renting a shoebox unit near my workplace and although the place is really small, it’s cosy enough for me and I can use that as an excuse not to have friends over hahaha.
If y’all think that I’m some high earner in the bank and tech industry that’s why I can move out then you’re wrong. I am an average worker earning about 4k a month. I spend most of my salary on rent and don’t have much for leisure as I try to squeeze out some savings for rainy days.
But I guess it’s a small tradeoff for better mental health.
Back home, I share a room with my two brothers and apart from the toilet, nowhere else in the house where I can have personal space. Even in the toilet, if I spend more than fifteen minutes inside, people will come knocking on my door and asking me to stop hogging the toilet. I don’t understand why everyone always feels the need to use the toilet when I’m in it and aren’t there two toilets in the house?
I feel very suffocated at home and there were times I stayed outside even though I had nothing on just so I didn’t have to go home.
But now I have a space of my own it really feels different. I can enjoy peace and quiet and I don’t have to accommodate to anyone. My relationship with my family has also improved since we don’t meet one another so often and the time we have tgt now are too precious to fight over.
I would really encourage all of you who are thinking of moving out to just be brave and do it. The first step is always hardest but once you start, everything will fall into place.