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My Home Alone Stretch in Adulthood
Helped me become a grown-up
If Kevin could do it then so could I. was just a movie from my childhood, but eventually, just like , I learned that living alone was one of the most empowering experiences of my life.
I should’ve gotten my first bachelorette pad out of my system when I was young. The experience would’ve been handy. What business did I have leaving my ex now and transitioning into a single, leopard print-wearing, stuck-in-the-80s chick with big hair and too much makeup?
I didn’t know how else to be single, let alone single and solo with rent and bills.
The moving itself took its toll on me mentally and physically. There was a lot to pack and throw out to the charity bins, and he was there watching me, finally making the move. I didn’t want to look at him because I didn’t want to change my mind so I worked through the emotion in a hurry.
When the moving truck finally came, we said our goodbyes. I looked at the house I’d spent seven years in, thought of the barbecues and parties we enjoyed, and couldn’t help wondering why God giveth and God taketh away.
The reasons we parted ways are less important. This story is not about breaking up, it’s about growing up. And the only thing that was going to do it for…
