5. Move Out of My Dad’s House
Ever since I was 4 years old, my dream has never been to get married, have babies, and buy my dream house. My dream has always been to move out of NY, get an apartment by myself, get a puppy, and find a boy who loves me, but that I don’t necessarily have to marry. It’s a little odd for a 4 year old to know exactly what she wants out of life, but it’s something I’ve always dreamed of, and it’s always stuck. I’ve flip flopped on a few aspects over the years, such as settling for living in NY if it meant I could move out on my own or realizing that I’d probably marry someone if I ever actually found someone worth marrying, but I’ve never changed my mind about wanting to live on my own.
There were points in my life where I was driving myself absolutely crazy because I NEEDED to move out of my dad’s house, I NEEDED the independence, and I could just never afford it. All of my jobs prior to the one I currently have were supermarket jobs. From cashier to customer service, to bookkeeper, I learned the ropes of a few supermarket chains inside and out. But it never paid me enough to pay rent, especially not New York rent. And this drove me absolutely crazy.
After visiting Philadelphia over the summer, and meeting some of the best people I’ve ever met, exploring the city a bit, and seeing how much more affordable rent was in Philly than in NY - I knew that this was where I wanted to be. I spent all but 2 weekends in Philadelphia from the 4th of July until the weekend I moved into my apartment, and it was well worth all the traveling back and forth.
I’ve got a super cute apartment all to myself that I find new reasons to love every single day. I love the way the sun kisses everything in my apartment through my windows that still have no curtains. I love working from home. I love hearing the sounds of the city in the background of whatever I’m doing. I love having my very own kitchen. I love grocery shopping for myself. I love that pretty much anything I could want it a fairly short walk from my place. I love being able to do whatever I want, when I want to. I love cleaning everything up, because I want to, and not because I have to. I love having my very own bed that I paid for. I love cooking and baking in my kitchen. I love stepping out of my shower and wrapping myself in MY towel. I love that everything here is mine. I love the built in shelves in my walls. I love that I’m too short to reach the top shelves. I love that I live one block away from Rittenhouse Square. I love that my best friend lives a 6 minute walk away, my boyfriend a 15 minute walk, and some other awesome people just as close. I love being away from New York. I love the fresh start. I just love EVERYTHING.
I’ve never been this happy, I’ve never felt that a decision I’ve made was this right. It just clicks. It’s perfect. And I can’t wait to fall in love with it even more. :D
