I consider myself a pretty independent girl. Left for boarding school when I was 16, and have been responsible for myself for much of the time since. I’ve made it through college, moved to Canada for grad school, Scotland for post-grad, came back to the states, have a job, paid my student loans, etc.
But today I realized that I have never lived on my own before. I’ve lived and worked in dormitories, and in grad school I shared a house with three other people. I moved from being a housemother, to being a wife.
Huz is moving to Ohio this week, and I’m having some weird reactions to it. Definitely will be missing him. A LOT. I was holding back tears while grocery shopping today because I realized I was buying meals for one. It helps to know I have a ticket ready and I’ll be there in a week and a half.
I do wonder what life will be like, on my own, in my own apartment, with my own car and my own job and my own bills. It is strange to think that I’ve made it to 30 without finding out.
Start In The Middle 