Growing up it seems as if forever before you become a full adult but it happens so quickly the adulating process is vicious. Obtaining my first real job in the education field after graduation was exciting but it took me forever to get there. I took a leap into quitting my previous dream of a job and riding on interviews to obtain a greater job. Last year my luck got even better when I applied for a then sold fantasy of a dream job and apartment all in one. Not hearing from either of the opportunities in two weeks I ended up scoring both and especially the news of: My Very First Apartment, rather I say ours.
I thought would I like to enjoy this excitement alone or with my significant other and I did just that we signed the lease together. Moving out was something I always talked about happening but never expected to happen in the way it happened so suddenly left me excited, nervous, anxious and worried and then I thought how I would tell my dad. I couldn’t be truly happy unless my dad was happy for me and I don’t why I needed his approval. But making the big move was huge not just because that meant I would no longer be depending on him for a sense of security but I was breaking away and truly becoming a real respected adult in the real world. Did my dad feel I was ripping our life I shared with him away so it could become my life? Rather placing my life into a man who is dating his daughter? When as a parent it is in your best interest to want the very best for your child but it very scary to let them go! For when they go away from the nest truly they experience life the way you may have intended but without you as the “security blanket”.
Terrified to tell my dad I was moving and that wasn’t the part I was afraid of but that I wouldn’t be living alone. What would he think of me? What would my grandfather say who is a bishop in the church would he turn me away? I thought silently to myself this is about me becoming my own person and that meant wanting my own space, job, time, food, and the need to provide for myself and yearning from separation from my father. November 4, 2016 we moved into our first apartment and it was adrenaline rush on furnishing the place, decorating, and making it our own. We had no help on those things and honestly I have always loved doing things so I could feel secure in the person I was becoming so I never liked the idea of or took handouts. Despite negative comments such as “You guys will break up”, “It will never last”, “Oh girl he will cheat on you” etc never had I second doubted taking the plunge with him. The goal was to become free from the chains of living with our parents and you either sink or float there is or no preparing you for the part of moving out. Now I will tell you I have learned things about my boyfriend that maybe I already knew but really hadn’t gotten a chance to observe as much for example, how does he spend money? Can he cook? What does he chose to spend his money on? Does he want to learn how to cook? How much money does he really make? Will we make it as an unmarried couple with intentions to marry? Is he strong enough to separate his family and girlfriend apart? Moving out meant that he would be one of my top priorities and so forth as I! Within one year of living together I have learned whether or not these are traits of a man I would like and want to marry and raise a family with. My questions were answered and one year today I write happy one year of living together anniversary-ish we made it and it wasn’t easy but despite what others may think of your own life choices they will fade, it’s not what you do when you fall upon hard times and issues it’s how you bounce back and reclaim your strength of your relationship, identity of yourself and the character of the adult you like people to respect.