At some point there comes a time where a young woman enters the Bridget Jones, adulting moment of her life. Most girls got that fix when they moved away from home for college. But I commuted by whole 4 years. So for me, that time is now. Im officially living solo and it's a whole mix of emotions, exciting, scary, you name it. It's the biggest adventure of my lifetime.
My new place is modern and homey. I have a dishwasher and in unit laundry, 2 little luxuries I didn't have at my old place. The location is great too. There are many local parks by so I can get outside and go for walks or just sit and grab some fresh air. There's cute coffee shops around me, lots of water views, and a gorgeous view of the Boston skyline.
I'm fortunate enough to have a close relationship with my family. I go to them for everything and they always support me in all I do. I rely so much on my family to help me through tough situations. It's a good and a bad thing, I mean family is family at the end of the day. When something negative happens, I always have them to lean on, but I need to learn how to lean on myself.
I am also lucky I have great friends here in Boston and at home. All of my friends know the law school hustle, and never judge me for doing what I need to do. It doesn't get any better than that. Sometimes I go without talking to them for weeks, especially my home friends, and they are so understanding. They always know when to check in at the perfect time to make sure my sanity isn't going anywhere.
At the end of the day you're the only one you got. This entire living situation, is a self-care experience. I'm learning to deal with my insecurities, the quiet, and just be okay with my own company. Some days are tougher than others but most days, it's really nice. It's my place. I don't need permission from anyone to do anything. I can have who I want over, when I want. I can decorate the way I want.