Home sweet home of mine

I’ve been living alone for two and a half years now and I still love it. Right now I feel like I could live alone for the rest of my life and be happy about it. Of course I’ve only lived with my family so I don’t know what it’s like to share a home with a boyfriend or a friend. That could perhaps be nice aswell.

I do however know what it’s like to live with your family when you’re an adult since I was twenty-three when I moved out of my parents house. It felt kind of annoying to be grown up and still live with my parents. I had my own life but not my own home. I had a room and that was it.

I love that everything in my home is things I like. No pink curtains, no ceramic bowls with flowers nothing beige, brown or yellow (except for the kitchen cupboards, god how I hate that colour). I decide what to eat and which time to eat, what towels to hang in the bathroom and which toothpaste to buy. I love being able to choose small things like that myself. The kitchen is full of food I like and nobody complains about my six pairs of converse in the hallway. If I want to throw a party I can and if I want to cook in the middle of the night I won’t wake anyone up.

I think getting your own home is a essential part of growing up. At least it was for me. But of course it’s not all sunshine and flowers. There’s also bills, cooking, laundry and grocery shopping. I can think of so many things I’d rather spend my money on instead of my electricity bill and food. In the end, it’s still all worth it. I love my little home.

  1. Ah! I can’t wait to move out! I hate living at home, a few more years and I’ll be out of here!
    I think thats what I’d love about living in my own house – having choices of what to have inside it, and liking it. I hate everything in here! I still live with the parents – not being a legal adult yet. I’ve been shoved into the smallest room and I’ve got built-in furniture in there which was there from the previous family. Though I’ve lived here all my life, I do think it’ll be weird. Definitely more responsibility on my part cos I’m rubbish at it!

    I’ll probably not bother to buy anything healthy, and leave the washing until the last minute. It kind of scares me to be honest! I know that I’d like an apartment though.

    & thank youu! Yes, I love my blue nails!

  2. A week after I turned 18 I not alone moved out of my parents house- I moved out of the country! I agree with you about being totally independent and stuff for all the reasons you mentioned.
    But i think the hardest thing is going back (if you ever do). After a year and a half of living alone I’m returning to my homeland, and untill I find my own place I’ll be sharing with my parents again. I have this strong feeling that re-living with them is going to be much more difficult than paying electricity bills, grocery shopping and doing the laundry. Privacy, independency, decision making shall all change.

  3. I am 20 (and a half) and still living at home, although I do pay half rent. My mom still likes to think this is her place even though I pay half and we got it together. Drives me nuts because she will try and wake me up on Saturdays to clean my room and I don’t think that’s fair. At the same time, I like not being completely on my own because it saves me money from other bills.

  4. I totally agree. I’m 20 and still living with my parents, and I’m already going a bit crazy. I don’t know if it was the same for you, but me – my parents restrict me so much. They’re way too over-protective and haven’t yet accepted that I am now full-grown and an adult and am perfectly of taking care of myself in the real world. I mean, I love that they care but they care too much. I’m not allowed to go out with friends or my boyfriend whenever I want; I still have to ask permission to go out! Imagine having to tell a guy that you have to run it by your parents first before you can agree to go out with him >:(

  5. I’m 19, and I still live at home. But it’s only until I’m done school, then I’ll move out. :) It’s hard doing much of anything when my parents still think I’m a little kid.

  6. :heart: :heart: :heart: :heart:

    Efter en dag i stallet och cykelfärd dit så känns det enklare att andas, jag måste börja prata mer om hur jag mår och inte stänga in mig och knyta nävarna hela tiden.. :(

    Tack för att du finns, den där fikan SKA vi ta – det är ju mest en fråga om NÄR :heart:

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