The next logical step in my oh-I’m-an-adult-now? journey seems to be moving into an apartment of my own. My commute will be shorter, which is a huge plus for me, and I will be living with one of my oldest and best friends (because I certainly cannot afford to live on my own yet). We are looking seriously for a place right now, in fact. But I can’t quite shake the feeling of…what would you call it…utter fear? Excruciating anxiety? It’s not quite that bad, but it might be pretty close. This is a big step and it’s something I’ve never done before because, really, does living in a dorm room at college or in a rented bedroom at grad school really count as living on your own? They were both learning experiences, definitely, and they were the steps I needed to take to understand what kind of person I am and what kind of person I can and cannot live with.

There are so many articles and blogs out there about millennials in their 20s and 30s living with their parents and I can see why (though many of them also state that this trend is no different than it’s ever been). It’s EXPENSIVE to pay bills, rent, buy food, and take care of yourself. And I’m not even out there doing it just yet! I also have student loan payments (the paying of which I sometimes compare to giving up my firstborn or cutting off my left arm), that keep me second guessing what I can really afford. I keep asking myself “How do people live on their own?”

Part of all this anxiety comes from the fact that this is my first big financial decision (if you don’t count taking loans out to pay for college) and I’m doing it on my own (well, with a friend, but you know what I mean). It’s a scary prospect to become an adult and do “grown up” things, especially since I have great parents who have helped me out the past few years when I was in graduate school and then looking for a job. I feel like a child still, sometimes, because I really don’t know what to expect in the big wide world out there. Who does when they first start out, though? In between bouts of freaking out, I do believe that I’m going to be okay because I know what kind of person I am. I’m invested in my future and I care about the decisions I make–both of which are helpful when deciding to move out (and for life in general, really).

What about you lovely readers? Do you have any stories about when you first moved out in the big wide world?


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