The Reality of Moving out

Moving? Nothing truly prepares you for it. You might be all pumped about the idea but when reality sets in, you’d be left with a heavy heart.

I moved out of my family's house years ago after college. I moved to another city, I was miles and miles away from home.
I was super excited that day. I had a long list of things I wanted to do, in my head I had the perfect plan that would help me live independently, one with no regret or the need to go back home.

It was a sad day for my siblings as they watched their dearest sister pack all her belongings into a few suitcases. The reality of not having me around broke them, and I was shocked. For people who were tired of me, I wasn’t expecting such a sad goodbye.

That day, I realized that the people we leave behind are the people who feel the departure more. It can be really hard as everything reminds you of this person and it takes a while to accept that they are really gone.

I was too happy to feel sad about leaving my family. I felt a certain way no doubt, but the euphoria of starting my first job and a new life in another city made me forget how my life was truly going to change.

I moved, I became a foreigner and a loner. The first few days after I moved were great. I was so happy to taste what true freedom felt like, and I didn’t fail to rub it in my sister's faces that I was living my best life and they were stuck at home with my father’s rules.

I guess I celebrated too soon. Reality began to set in when I realized I was truly alone and there was nobody I could run to without spending several hours on the road.

The big move was done but settling in was a different ball game.

There were so many times I wanted to run back home. The independent life I had envisaged all my life was nothing like the one that stared at me in the face, it was a hard pill to swallow.

It took a very long time for me to accept that I had moved out of my father’s house, and I was solely responsible for every single thing I needed. There were no handouts or sympathy, just me against the world and I had to behave accordingly.

It’s no news that our brains crave familiarity hence my wanting to move back home once I got scared.

Moving places or cities is great. It provides new experiences and opportunities, but the emotional baggage that comes with it can be overwhelming sometimes.

Learning and accepting that I was all alone was my first step to enjoying my stay in this beautiful city.
Understanding and building my new home helped a great deal, just the way my brain craved the familiar comfort of my father’s house was also how it began to warm up to the new haven I had built for myself.

The idea of moving can make people super pumped and also make them sad. It’s normal to feel all of these emotions, newsflash, you aren’t weird for feeling a certain way as most people feel the same way, or even worse, so brace yourself for what the future holds for you😃

This is my entry to the Silverbloggers chronicles and it was nice to go down memory lane.

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