Not that it's going to change the way I'm feeling if y'all so it's not normal, becuase I'm not normal ...I just want to see if anyone else can relate to my experience, and offer any advice. I'm currrently living with my dad and stepmom, but they are moving soon, so I'm trying to find a place I can move to. It would be too far to go to school and stay with them. And I'm wanting to get out on my own anyway. I'm really excited about getting to have the new experience of living on my own. BUT... This week it like totally freaked me out. I mean, like leaving this house I've lived in for twenty years is gonna be sad. Plus I'm just stressed about getting everything all organized, and yeah...it was just too much this week. I've gone through such a wide range of emotions...excitement, fear, and even some tears. This is probably the biggest transition of my life thus far. I'm much better now, but it totally wouldn't surprise me if I freaked out again. LOL So...anyone else had similiar experiences?
I'm only sixteen, soon to be seventeen, and I'm sure that I'll be going through a slew of emotions when I leave (I've lived in this house for most of my life)-- so to prepare myself for leaving I'm trying to get everything organized (starting a few weeks ago) so I don't have to go through it all in one sitting. In short, what I'm saying is: Take it one step at a time. .
Well, when I was almost 19 years old, my mother up and left out of state with my little sister, to be with a man she met online. I was terrified, because I certainly wasn't going to go with her, I was deeply involved with my husband (then boyfriend) and the thought of moving away, well, neither one of us wanted that. So, we moved in together when my mother made her final arrangements for the move. I had a lot of mixed emotions. I was scared, I mean, I was anxious to be out on my own, away from the mess of my family, yet, I felt a sadness, grief over letting go, growing up, having my family move away from me. But really, it ended up being the best possible thing that could ever have happened, in more ways than one. I think what you're feeling is completely normal. Honestly. It's going to be a huge step, but I'm sure you will do just fine. Allow yourself to feel these emotions, don't be afraid of them. It's all part of the transition process. You're heading towards a major milestone in your life! Best of luck to you...
Thanks! It's helped tremendously by reading about others' similiar experiences. I'm done freaking out...for now. We'll see how long until it happens again. It is a Gigantic step...and I'm back to being excited about it for now. Thanks, y'all!
Moving out is tough. I stayed at home until I was 33. My folks really hated to see their little guy go. But my community reached out to me with open arms, gave me a tent, and my own plot on the beach. I've lived a wonderful life ever since then. Sometimes, you just gotta move on.
I moved out when I was 15, my parents were a drag. After ten years on my own I'm finally free. I had to live with a "sugar daddy" for 7 years until I got on my own feet. luckily all he ever asked for was oral, anything else would have just been too gay. I'm with a girl now, she thinks she might be pregnant, I hope not because I can't raise a family on my Blockbuster salary. I hope you guys will welcome this "newb" with open arms, I need to talk to other people who understand me...
I think that's pretty normal. When I was 21 my mom and dad moved away and I had just got a new job so I had to get a rented room for awhile. It all turned out ok.
I think how you define "home" is important. Because of the way I was brought up, I've always sort of thought that the building I lived in (and the associated things in it) was just "stuff" and that home was the people I chose to be round. So changing the building wouldn't necessarily "throw me." That having been said, I think more people are like you, so I guess what you're going through is "normal."
I've moved a lot, my family's never owned a house, or lived in one for more than 4 years or so. I agree with aloneinabigbadworld, home is where the heart is, and you can always, always go back to that
In March, I had to move out of a house I had lived in for many years. I really had a lot of memories in that place. I met my ex-wife when I was living there, took my new bride home there on our wedding day, took my son home from the hospital there after he was born-our cat was buried in the back yard-there are just a ton of memories associated with that place. The house I moved in to in March has never really felt like home, in fact, a lot of my stuff is still unpacked. I know exactly how you feel. Maybe I'm too sentimental, but it's just the way I am...
