On the 5th of September last year, I moved out of my parent’s house and into a tiny flat with Andy. It’s weird that over a year has past, and even weirder that we’ve moved twice since then. I’ve lived in four different houses this year, yet it still feels like the year has flown by. I thought I’d share what I love about living on my own (well, with Andy hah), to mark this anniversary.
Having My Own Kitchen
I love having my own kitchen because it means I don’t have to wait for my turn to use the oven at my parents’ house. I don’t have to squeeze into the kitchen while my mum and sister also vie for space. And I can fill the cupboards with as much chocolate as I want.
Actually, forget the last one. I did that at my parents’. xD
I also love the fact that I get to buy items that used to be a bit pointless. Like fancy oven gloves and novelty egg timers. And I get to cry with happiness when I buy a pan that’s easy to clean.
Having an Excuse to be Considerably Duller
When I was 15, happy tears over frying pans would have been weird. But now I live on my own, finding a pan that’s easy to clean becomes meme-worthy.
Can you relate? If you’ve ever had to scrub burnt hoisin sauce from a pan, then I’m sure you can.
Other things you get to squeal over include: New plates, stainless steel spatulas, colour catchers, clothes pegs and clothes airers. Yes, you get to become really boring. Yes, you’ll feel like you’re turning into your mum. No, there’s no going back now.
Being Able to “Decorate” How I Want
Well, as I don’t actually own this house, I can’t decorate properly, but I can add personal touches to ALL the rooms. I’ve used this new freedom to do this:
Yes, I am an adult now. Which means I get “totally cool adult points” making visitors jump out of their skin when they come round.
Never Having to Queue to Use the Bathroom
At my parents’ house there were 4 of us and one bathroom, which resulted in me and my sister arguing over who got to use the shower first. It resulted in me having to wait a whole FIFTEEN MINUTES to have a shower. It resulted in the saddest moments in the history of the universe.
I’m kidding, it wasn’t that sad. But it was mildly annoying.
Since moving out, I’ve never had to wait to use the bathroom. I’m lucky enough to live with a person who showers quicker that Usain Bolt runs, and, in the new house, I’m lucky enough to have two bathrooms. Which means my hair and bladder are safe from the horrors of the bathroom queue.
Living With the Person I Love
Even though he leaves clothes all over the floor and never cleans the toastie-maker, I really love living with Andy. It’s so lovely to come home to each other, and not have to think about having to leave his house when he goes to work. And the best thing is, I have someone to share the washing-up with. Who wouldn’t love that?
Very Important Questions:
Who do you live with?
How excited do you get over boring household items?
How do you scare your visitors?