Since Independence Day just passed…
Do you remember when you became independent? Whether it was to dorm for college or just find a place of your own. When you had the freedom to come and go when you wanted?
For me, I don’t really have much to contribute to this topic because I never really did live on my own. When I was going through college, I was living at home – just me and my mom. And it remained that way for a few years after while I was just working full time – until I got married.
So I never did have to experience cooking for myself or washing my own clothes or paying for the monthly utilities or cleaning the shower and toilet.
But then again, I didn’t have the freedom to have all my friends come over to party all the time.
On the other hand, I didn’t have to worry about all my friends coming over to party all the time.
I say this because one of my friends had the best of both worlds. He lived at home but he had a separate living quarters in the back of his house. So we used to go over there almost every night to party. Leaving his place like at two in the morning, wasted and tripping around the driveway – trying not to make too much noise. So it was like he had his own pad – but just went to the main house to eat, get his laundry washed, etc. He had it made.
So what was it like living on your own for the first time – always wondering what you were going to eat…
Share your independence stories. What was it like having a place of your own? Lonely? Peaceful? Party-Central? What about laundry? Did you have to share a washer/dryer or even go to a laundromat? Or were you lucky enough to have your own washer/dryer? And what about buying dishes, utensils, pots, etc. for the first time? Tell me what I was missing. Or not missing.