Most of my growing up years were spent in a lovely town, a special place in my
heart. Spent most of the best moment of my life in this little town. The place
where the friends I make from childhood and the memories I share.
But now I'm not living there. 12 years ago, I'm leaving my old life. Packing
my bags, bring lots of books, and jumping cheerfully on the plane that would
take me from Oil City to The City of Heroes for a new step. I was really
excited to live far away from my parents for the first time. Breathe, eat, and
sleep in the same dorm room every single day with 3 strangers. I thought
everything would be fine. But I was wrong.
Every night, I try my hardest to fall asleep. The sound of roommates laughing
late into the night, their music playing, or their dirty laundry scattering
the floor,
aaarrrggghhh... that's so disruptive my sleeping time.
Uncomfortable dorm life. I feel like there's no home for me. The first year
away is hard in so many ways :(
So in the second year, I decided to move to a single-big room in a new place.
I have complete control over my life. I also have the freedom to be alone. But
a new problem arise ; I can't wash my own clothes and I don't know what to do
that. I can't cook, I never went to the traditional market, I don't know how
to keep my room neat and clean, I can't drive a car, and I didn't know how to
take public transportation. At the dorm ? Simple, I paid someone to do all of
that,
lol. At my parent's home ? I never contributing significantly in
the household work :(
In the new place, I got tired of feeling that I'm always dependent on someone.
They are not always be there to help me for some time. Maybe it's oke if I
still lived at my parent's home, but now I'm living far away from them. I
realized I have to change. I had to know how do laundry, how to keep my room
neat and clean, how to going anywhere with '
angkot', how to going on
holiday alone.
Proud of myself, few years after that, I ride a bus for daily struggle in to
work,
lol. It's not easy but I can get through the struggle and being a
pro after few months,
lol. We just need to be brave...
I always miss my hometown. I always miss my childhood friends. But solo living
was one of the best things I've ever done for myself. Thanks to my parents !
At least, after married, I know how to live in Solo without household personal
assistant,
lol. I know how to commute going to Mall for lunch dates
with my friend,
lol. Even sometimes I'm having a bad day with the
chores around the house, I'm being able to take care of everything by myself.
I'm consistently letting my dad know how the days I went trough and text every
single of my childhood friend as often as possible.
Yeah... Solo living isn't always easy for me but it teaches me a lot. I'm
stronger than I think,
lol. I now appreciate and really grateful how
solo living changed my life :)