The Best Changes We’ve Ever Made
Katie: Moved Out of My Parents' House
After college, moving back home was the rational thing to do. I was broke, jobless, and homeless. The first few months back home were pleasant. I had a fully stocked fridge full of tasty foods for my consuming pleasure, a washer and dryer that wasn’t coin-operated, and best of all, my loving parents didn’t make me pay rent. Not too shabby. But something about living at home made me feel like I was waiting in limbo between youth and adulthood. Maybe it was the stuffed animals on my bookshelves or the drawers filled with clothes I long outgrew or my mom’s regular maternal nagging (apparently my flip-flops are destroying my feet and I will not be able to walk by age 40, but only if my Red Bull addiction doesn’t kill me first). As months turned into a year and my bank account grew thanks to a new job, I decided to make the biggest change of my life and flee my nurturing nest for good. I put my apartment hunting in overdrive and a mere few months later was settled into a cute apartment in the heart of North Beach in San Francisco. So here I am, in the real world, paying my own bills, doing my own grocery shopping—all those fun things. I know that growing up involves more than moving out, but this transition was certainly a great start.