It has officially been a year since I moved to Vancouver and "left the nest" so to speak.
Wow, what a year it's been. I had no idea what I was in store for when I moved out here. All I knew was I was following my dreams and I was going to be living with my cousins.
Thank god for my cousins.
I don't know what I would have done without the support system that I have out here. I've always been a fairly independent person but at the end of the day I was able to go home where the rent was free, and there was somehow, magically, always food in the fridge (thanks mom).
Because I've always been rather independent I figured that not much would change when I moved out to live on my own. (lol good one Talia)
That was obviously not the case
Here are some things, in no specific order, that I've learned in my first year of "adulthood" (if anyone knows what that means please enlighten me because I have no clue)
Please feel free to take notes
- People (other "adults") may seem like they have their shit together - they don't. Everyone is quite literally just trying to figure it out. Whether you're 19, 28, or 42 this world is just as confusing. Potentially for different reasons, but confusing none the less.
Grocery shopping is a never ending annoying task. How the fuck am I supposed to know what I'm going to want to eat 5 days from now ?? Also, Talia, you're shopping for 2 people, not 5. You probably don't need 2 Costco sized bags of broccoli. Just saying.
There is always some sort of crisis. Whether you have a week to find a new place to live (been there). Your cat jumps out the 5th story window of your apartment where there are no pets allowed and is found by your landlord (been there). You wake up and walk into your living room to find two pigeons sitting, staring, and mocking you (this has happened enough times that it doesn't even phase me anymore). There is literally always something. Bank shit, tax shit, bills shit, shit that isn't even your shit but is the shit of someone that you care about so it becomes your shit by extension. THERE IS ALWAYS SOME SORT OF SHIT. And just when you think you're free of shit, you discover that your boyfriend has eaten the last of the ice cream that you were thinking about all day, that you SO deserved, and it sends you over the edge into hysteria (sorry Jon).
You are allowed to stand up for yourself, have your own opinions, and disagree with people. EVEN if they're older than you. *gasp* As kids, we often feel that people who are older than us are right. Mom and dad are right, our teachers are right, even kids who are older than us appear to know better than we do. And we take what these people say as fact. It has taken me a while to figure out that I can have my own thoughts and don't have to agree with someone just because they appear to be more experienced in life than me. My views and experiences are valid. I have important things to say.
Living somewhere where you aren't the age of majority is the most frustrating thing ever.
Sometimes the great deal you find on craigslist isn't a great deal it's really just someone's crap.
Sometimes the great deal you find on craigslist IS a great deal and you feel like a god ($25 espresso machine say whaaaatttt)
Focusing on yourself and your personal well-being is the best thing you can do for yourself and everyone around you. You can't contribute to someone else's cup if your cup is empty.
Obviously, these are just some of the highlights of my first year in Vancouver away from home. As you can see it's been quite the adventure. Lot's of laughs, lot's of tears, a fair amount of panic, and a whole lot of fun.
To anyone considering moving away from home, do it. It'll be the craziest, most eyeopening year of your life.
Oh - and remember to call your mom.