Living with my parents has earned me the title of boomerang child, this means I left the nest a few times and for a few years but always made my way back. Guess what? 2020 has put a stop to this boomerang effect, I finally moved out. I’ve discovered the great joys of living by myself, having my own space, my safe heaven. There’s no way I could give that up now.
During my 20’s I’ve been all over the place, I’ve lived in Alberta for almost 5 years, in Australia for 1, traveled a bunch, had a few roommates, lived in hostels and such. Yet, I always found my way back home and a safe but a tad awkward stay at my parent’s place. In brief I have never been alone.
As the necessity for me to find myself a place started to be felt both on my end and on my parents’, I started to be vocal about it at work. A couple of days later, my colleague told me she urgently needed someone to take over her apartment. She was moving to another country, the lease was under her ex’s name and he would pay his half for the rest of the year. Yes, you’ve read it right, and trust me, I’ve said: “YES PLEASE”. Not to mention the place was fully furnished, spacious, built in 2004, it had huge windows, it was a top floor and it was located in a great neighborhood. It was just fabulous and perfect for me.
I lived there for 6 months but those months were just enough to make me addicted to the having my own place lifestyle. Between a few fun nights with friends, karaoke sessions in the mirror and many teas and Netflix nights, I discovered a new way of living for half the price!
I had to move out last June and decided to move back to Alberta, even further from the nest and I’m loving it! Haha
Thank you 2020, and thanks to the people who made that possible for me.