Our parents take care of everything when we live with them.
Independence is a mixture of feelings. You feel melancholy, but also emotion. Pride and at the same time fear. It's like playing house as kids, but now it is real.
Now you are working. The food is no longer done by magic. You have to do the shopping and cooking the night before, basically not to eat at 5 pm and put it together with the Nutella sandwich snack.
You have to wash, clean, organize, plan, ETC.
And if you live in couple, more to clean. There is always one how hides and other who does his own things and what he finds. : )
But the house clean, clothes organized, freshly cooked stews, fried potatoes and the Sunday beer, tastes better because I'm fighting for it.
I like the writing structure in this story. It seems to me like if a just-moved-out person was explaining to people who is thinking about moving out, his/her experience. I love the ending because is really optimistic. Well done Eva!
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ResponderEliminarThank you Bea. Is based on real experiencie XD
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