This is my first day as an independent woman – no mom to take care of almost everything for me from food to wardrobe. I literally took care of everything now – from appliances, furnishings to the most petty stuff like Aquatell.com water softener and laundry gloves. People wonder if I would even survive this experiment. I’ll be turning 40 in a few years, therefore, I should.
I still have few more years to sort what my next move would be. Moving out of the family home was the first step to establish my financial independence. After that would be a career review. Do I still see myself working hard in the same capacity and company? Or would I even consider making a 180-degree change – like embarking into an eat-pray-love kind of journey?
Never been this scared.
Next month would be the start of a new life for me – as an individual who will attempt to build my own life and see how my destiny will unfold. That would mean living away from home (after 35 years), calling my own shots and be responsible for myself.
I’ve already got plans for the “new” life. One is to pursue another study on Digital Marketing by enrolling in an online university. This is something I already planned for last summer and I think I really should be able to book a slot this August, otherwise, I would have to wait for the next class which will be sometime in January next year. The course will run for 2-3 months, with once or twice a month meet-ups, and classes done through webinars on a weekly basis. Assignments will be submitted through email and I think, each one will be required to present a project at the end of the term. The cost of enrolling in an online university is almost similar with attending a regular college/university, but time and convenience are its major selling points which working people don’t much have.
I would have more time with my new home just 40 minutes travel from the office. I know it’s going to be tough, but it’s worth giving the new life a shot and see where this would lead me to.
Gives me the jitters.
I guess that’s how it has always been with house transfers. It’s like venturing into the unknown, leaving behind you the many things you’ve clung into for years – old familiar places, routine, friends you’ve made. It’s technically heart-breaking.
But looking at the bright side, there’s always a ray of hope that things are about to get better. Something good may eventually come out of it. We don’t know, but it has always been like that ever since. Life may be likened to the Forrest Gump chocolate, no one really knows what you’ll get unless you have consciously charted your way through it to minimize the risk of a fallout. It is like finding loose diamonds, takes years of study and knowing where to find them.
Precious isn’t it?
