It’s time for another “What I Learned” post today! As you may imagine, my huge brain is packed full of knowledge, experience and wisdom…so of course I have to share that with you all. She said sarcastically.
Today I want to talk about what I’ve learned from living on my own for the past three or so years–since I was 17 and began college in a new state. This post won’t focus on anything eating disorder related, though I’ve obviously experienced a lot in that realm of life! I just wanted to make this a more general post about all the things I’ve experienced and learned on my own.
I started college when I was only seventeen. I moved to a new state (granted, it’s only two hours from my family but it might as well be across the country because I RARELY visit) and was excited to begin my new life as an (almost) adult.
To say that I’ve learned a lot about myself since that little 17 year-old got into her mom’s packed Honda Pilot to leave for Reno would be an understatement. I barely recognize the person I was at that point in my life, and it’s bizarre to even think about that day.
This was the night before I left for college. I don’t even recognize myself PHYSICALLY! Wow. Dat blonde hair doe.
Freshman year I partied. A lot. Every night. If I didn’t go out one night, something was wrong. I feel like I lived all four years of college my freshman year.
I experienced A LOT that year. I learned:
-A caramel frappaccino is not really a suitable breakfast every morning.
-I was a lot crazier than I thought I was.
-I somehow am capable of keeping my high GPA despite the lack of studying and surplus of partying I did.
-I am really good at getting boys to like me. A little too good. I learned that many of my “friends” actually were very interested in me, so I learned how to friend zone. Really well.
-My mom and dad were right. About everything. Doesn’t matter what–they’re right. I learned to love and appreciate them SO MUCH MORE than ever in my life. Calling my mom while waiting for laundry (by the way, I learned how to do that, too) and venting to her about life was a regular occurrence.
-Back to laundry–I learned I should probably do it more than every month.
-I am an extrovert.
-I learned that packing up a dorm and moving home for the summer is time consuming and annoying, and that saying goodbye to so many good friends is awful.
Goodbye, dorm! The first day I moved into my apartment before sophomore year!
Sophomore year I lived with a roommate that I already knew from freshman year. I learned:
-I still liked to party. A lot. Every night, for the first semester.
-I liked being able to cook my own food rather than eat the gross dorm cafeteria food for every meal.
-I got my car this year, so I learned how to balance three jobs, school, and fun. I kept that GPA high. Really high.
-I learned that I don’t like being with a different guy every night. I learned that Jarrett is the best human being on the planet, and that I would rather have one amazing boy than 10,000.
-I learned that it’s okay to say no.
-I learned who my real friends were. I also learned who was not, in fact, a real friend.
-I learned that I will probably never pop popcorn the right way. I either don’t pop it enough, or make the fire alarm go off. Twice.
-I learned that waking up at 4 a.m. and driving a half hour to the house I nannied at was exhausting.
When I turned 19 (yes, I realize that says 69…they were out of 1’s) I learned that I have the best friends ever who threw me a giant surprise party.
Junior year begins. (My first house)
-I’m done partying. I’m so done partying.
-It’s not fun getting your house broken into four times. I learned how to move for the fourth time in two years. I learned that Reno is quite sketchy.
-I learned how freaking strong I am.
-I learned that it’s okay to get a B when you’re also working several jobs, recovering from an eating disorder and maintaining a healthy relationship.
-I learned that having a wiener dog is one of the best things ever.
-I learned that my parents are STILL the best humans. Jarrett, too.
-I learned that I lost a lot of friends. I learned that it’s okay, because they were not real friends. For the first time in my life I learned that I would rather have a few amazing friends than several friends.
-It’s okay to quit a job if you feel you’re being treated unfairly. It’s also okay not to have twelve jobs at once.
-It’s okay to relax. It’s more than fine to do nothing for a few hours.
-I love to cook and bake. And eat.
-I love to vlog and make videos. I love to create anything and everything.
-I learned that food, memories, people, God, family, animals, nature, and just about everything else is more important than abs.
-I learned that I’m so ready to graduate after this next semester.
Talk to me:
If you live on your own, what surprised you most?
Have you ever had an asian man break into your house and come into the bathroom whilst you were showering? No? Just me? Oh.