Post # 1
I just got married last week and do not get me wrong, I LOVE my husband and am excited to spend the rest of my life wtih him. He’s my best friend and i could never have dreamed up a better spouse for me.
Here’s the kicker- We just got back from our honeymoon and we’re finalizing moving into our new home. I’m in my mid-20’s. Never lived away from my family. I commuted to college and never moved out on my own. Though I’m excited about finally living with my Darling Husband, I find myself dwelling on the small things I’ll miss about living at my parents’ place. Interestingly, a few of these things are stuff I used to find annoying- who woulda thought, lol. I’ve never really been good with change and i guess i was naive to think that I would be immune to my normal “Freak out” and “over emotional” attacks. Funny thing is, I’ll only be living 10 minutes away from them. I’m uber close to my family and i guess i’m just overwhelmed with the thought of leaving the home i’ve known for years.
Sorry for the rambling. I bet i sound a bit incoherent as it is 1am here on the east coast lol
Post # 3
I was sad to move out of my parent’s place too. Like you, I commuted to school so I was 24 when I first moved out. I went from living with my parents to living completely on my own. Sometimes it was so nice having the freedom to do what I wanted when I wanted (my parents were a little over protective and had ‘rules’ when I was at home, like I couldn’t have guys stay over, and they didn’t like me spending the night at a friend’s place unless they knew them fairly well, things like that).
At the same time though, I got lonely a lot. I had my kitties and friends ad everything, but there were quite a few nights where I wished I at least had a roomie or something! Oh and I hated cooking and baking, especially at first. I’d decide that I wanted to make something, and then realised that I didn’t have the right pots/pans/small appliances to make whatever it was I wanted to make. I often thought “Grr I wish I had my mom’s big frying pan/food processor/measuring cups/popcorn maker etc.” And when I started to buy some things for myself I often thought “damn, they sure don’t make things like they used to”. For example my mom’s blender was THE BEST, and it was given to her as a shower gift like 30 some odd years ago. I cheaped out and got the least expensive blender I could find at Wal-Mart (but of course not until after I realised I needed one).
I can tell you, it gets better. When I first moved out I spent a TON of time at my parent’s place (they only lived a few minutes away from my apartment). But as time went by I started settling into my own routine and what not, and it got better.
I had a bit of the same thing when I moved in with Fiance. I went from living alone and being able to do what I wanted the way I wanted when I wanted. When I started living with Fiance, all of a sudden there were a lot of things that we had to compromise on and we had a few fights. The biggest one was over laundry. He wouldn’t take the time to read labels on any of my clothes and shrunk a few things. He also didn’t separate colours like I do. He pretty much did whites together and all colours together, which doesn’t necessarily work (one of my light blue shirts ended up turning purple because it got washed with a bunch of black and red stuff). And he would never hang up my work clothes, so I had to do a lot of ironing (most of my stuff is fine as long as you hang it up as soon as the dryer is done, otherwise it really wrinkles and creases). But again, we’ve settled into our own routine (With the laundry, it’s now always I do mine and he does his and never the two shall meet) and things are a lot better now. So again, after a few bumps trying to iron things out, it got better and I’m sure it will be the same for you.
Post # 4
Give yourself some time and go to your parent’s house for frequent visits.