Hello lovelies!

So, my younger two sisters are going off and pursuing their dreams soon. One just turned 20 and is moving to Washington around November to join a dance company. The other is going to a dance workshop for a few weeks in Washington as well.

It’s crazy to see my baby sisters so grown up and figuring all this life stuff out. I’m very proud of them both for pursuing their dreams even when it means something as daunting as moving away from everything they know.

It got me thinking though, about things I realized after moving out of my parents’ house.

I’m number 5 of 9 kids, while not all 9 of us were in the house at the same time, it was still a good number of people. I never had my own room and was rarely ever alone or in complete silence, so moving out of my parents house and into my husband’s was totally different. Especially since he’s gone for two weeks at a time.

So here is a list of things I learned from that experience:

I am so not used to silence

I didn’t realize just how different it would be to go from living in a small home with 6 other people and sharing a room with two sisters. I’m adjusted fairly well now, but when Jonathan is gone, I usually have music playing or a documentary going so I’m not in complete silence because sometimes it’s just too weird for me. Having Tavo now helps a lot, there’s not too much silence with him and when there is, I usually check to see what he’s getting into.

I will never have my own room

Obviously, this isn’t the case for every person who grew up in a shared bedroom with lots of other siblings, but for me it is. I moved from my father’s house into my husband’s house (I know I know, but, what about feminsim!?!)

I’m alright with it though, sharing a bedroom with my husband (and toddler) isn’t the worst thing in the world haha

Cooking for two is different than cooking for 6 or 7 people

At first it wasn’t too bad, because I ate WAY too much (yes, I know, I’m totally embarrassed by that realization) but it took me a little bit to adjust from thinking “How can I make this feed a lot of people” to “hey look, it’s the perfect amount!”

My bedroom being a mess was NOT my sisters’ fault

I mean, sure, they may have had a hand in some of it. But it’s easy to think “meh, I’m a clean person and my room would be clean if I didn’t have to share it. Haha, WRONG. I’m still a messy person. I’m working on that though, slowly but surely.

You are your own boss (more or less)

This realization can be liberating and terrifying at the same time. It means you can pretty much do whatever you want, but then you realize what if you don’t know what to do? for some it’s as easy as going back over to your parents’ house and talking with your mom or dad, or even calling them. When you live in a different place though, it can be tough, phone calls feel so weird when you’re used to years of talking face to face.

This is also where you realize no one is going to tell you it’s time to get off your butt and do laundry, you have to tell yourself. (Or was that just me??…)

You start to become nostalgic for the days when you were a kid

This doesn’t mean I’m unhappy in my new life, but it feels exactly like that, like a completely new life. Because it is, we all grow up and move away and start our own lives. It can be daunting for some of us, but we will eventually adapt and missing something just means that you had something wonderful that was worth missing.

I’m lucky in the way that I can just walk down the road and visit my family in the house I grew up in. I still have a hard time adjusting to calling someplace else my home, but I’m thankful that I am so close to family. I’m really going to miss my sisters, but it won’t be forever and we’ll get to hang out again. I’m so happy to be their big sister and I’m very proud of them both <3

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