The Realities of Moving Out

As you may know from my social media or if you ever read my blog before, I am currently at university. In September, I will be moving out of my comfortable, little university house and start living with one of my best friends. September will officially mark three years since I moved out of my parent's house and started 'adulting'. 

I love having my own space and being responsible for myself but there are a few shocking realities that come with moving out of your parent's house. These realities full-on punched me in the face when I left home, so much so that I thought I should write a blog post about them.

I don't know if this is just because I love cheese, but honestly, it's so expensive. When I lived at home with my parents, the cheese was just always in the fridge. I could go to the fridge and make a cheese sandwich and not have to worry about how much money it was going to be to replace it. Honestly, this might just be me (because I love cheese a little too much) but really, cherish the cheese you have right now. It really is a large part of my shopping bill.

Okay, so I was told this before I moved and I actually do have a funny story to go alongside this reality. So, before I moved out my mum taught me how to use a washing machine. When I got to university, it was fine. My whites go on a whitewash and my colours and darks go on a coloured wash - easy right? I started to get a little bit...overconfident. Basically, I thought it was all a myth. Whoever had been telling me that colours and whites couldn't go together was lying. It would fine. So one day, whilst putting my wash on, I chucked a white sock in with my colours. Just to see what would happen. Nothing. The sock came out white and none of the other colours had affected it. Interesting I thought - very interesting. I was convinced it was a lie. Why would people lie about not being about to put colours and whites into a wash?  - I thought. Anyway, a couple of weeks in my second year of university, I heard a scream from my communal kitchen. Literally of my best friends clothes had turned pink. Somehow someone had put some coloured sheets into her light wash and literally all trousers, t-shirts and socks had turned a wish-washy colour of pink. And needless to say - she continued to wear them. But I, however, never put colours and lights together again. 

My mum couldn't have been the only parent to yell at my siblings and me when we would put empty packets of food back in the cupboard instead of binning them. I used to think it was funny - what was the problem with an empty packet getting put back? But now I get it. It is one of the most annoying (yet mild) inconveniences in life. It takes two seconds to throw something away, so why don't you just put it in the bin which in fact is probably closer than the cupboard? I get it Mum and I am sorry. 

Finally and probably one of the hardest lessons I had to learn, there is no washing up fairy. You have to all your own washing up otherwise, you won't have plates or mugs. I don't really know what else to say about this, other than I am shocked that isn't one.

Thank you for reading this post!