Thankfully the place I was moving into was already furnished, albeit in a very manly manner (ie, flat screen TV, check. dining table, none.). I packed up my clothes, papers, books, photos, make up, and assortment of other little things into two overstuffed boxes and made my way into adulthood.
Naturally, the first thing that happened was one of the boxes broke from underneath. Perfume bottles, tubes of lipstick, and photographs of my friends tumbled out into the parking lot. Thankfully, the staff at the condo I was moving into were very helpful and nothing broke. I felt mighty embarrassed though, as they saw me diving headfirst to save a bottle of cleansing oil. I am sure my priorities will straighten out in a few months, but for now, I consider cosmetics as essentials and will probably cry uncontrollably if an eyeshadow palette breaks.
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First lesson: reinforce your boxes. Or opt to get several little boxes instead of stuffing everything inside one big box.
My sister was around to help me out, helping me go through many, many clothes, wipe down and disinfect the furniture, and organize my life into 46 square meters of space. Afterwards, we hit the supermarket and bought essentials like water, pasta, cans of tuna, pasta sauce, and cleaning materials. I felt like I was back in college, settling down in my dorm-- except this time I was paying for everything with my own money.
Second lesson: no matter how much money you earn, you will never feel as rich as you did when you lived on your allowance back in school.
Fixing up and settling down can be very tiring. I was exhausted going through the grocery aisles (this is usually therapeutic for me) and just wanted to go home sleep. When a friend offered to cook for me, I gladly took the offer and took a nap while she whipped up a dinner of cheese, cold cuts, and boiled potatoes. I know what you are thinking as you read this. How hard is it to boil potatoes and arrange cure meat and cheeses on a plate? It’s not very hard in fact, but for some reason, my friend ended up leaving a big pile of dishes and utensils for me to wash.
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Let’s get something clear, I HATE washing the dishes. It’s the one chore I abhor. Let me clean bathrooms or iron clothes, but please, do not let me clean dishes. Of course, living alone is forcing me to undergo this task, which I think helps build character (a lot of things that I disliked doing in the past helped make me a better person, like eating vegetables and studying math). But here I was, faced with 8 plates to wash, one pot, one pan, 5 knives, and 2 forks-- all for two sandwiches.
Third lesson: Choose the friends you let loose in your kitchen. Also-- when in doubt-- order pizza.
So those are my (mis)adventures on my first day living on my own. Not bad at all, eh? Even when I was scrambling to collect my eyeliners underneath a dirty SUV, or scrubbing cheese off a pan at midnight, I didn’t once doubt that I had made the right decision. Afterwards, as I was looking at around “my place”, and I felt giddy and excited for what would happen next. It felt really, really nice.
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tanyanicole on 5 August 2010
at 10:30 a.m.
Party at Trina's! Haha. Just kidding. Congratulations on successfully moving out! I'm sure it'll end up being so much fun for you.
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