Growing up seems to come with an endless line of milestones from the time that we are born. First cry, first smile, first words, first step, first day of school, last day of school, getting your licence… and so it continues. Whilst especially clustered in our early years, our unique sequences tend to spread out as we grow, each with a myriad of different emotions; excitement, fear, relief, joy, pain.
Yesterday, I reached another one of those milestones in my life as I packed up all of my belongings into my little car and moved from the place where I grew up to the coast.
It wasn’t until everything was stuffed into my little car and I sat down to write notes to my parents that two things hit me.
- I have a LOT of stuff (I mean, seriously, how do I have so much stuff?)
- I was moving away from home. Which means adulting on my own (sort of… I am living with my aunty).
I recently had dinner with my incredible friend who has spent the last few years living in Dubai and working all over the world with Emirates. It was a timely reality check that what I was doing isn’t that huge on the scale of things (perspective). I’m living in a beautiful beach location and beginning an intensive Masters degree (hello student discounts… how I missed you).
Regardless, moving out of home to begin my next adventure is a milestone. One filled with fear of the unknown, sadness as I left my beautiful parents to fend for themselves (Mum has been making her own chia puddings this week – I think she will be fine; Dad has been banned from buying “dirty chook” from KFC), excitement as I set up my new room, frustration as I set up my new printer, relief as I realised I only had one assignment online to start so far…
Ultimately, we all have to go through milestones. Good and bad. Distance doesn’t separate us from the ones that we love. Only we can do that.
Growing up doesn’t mean having it all together and not needing support from those around me. Change doesn’t mean that everything has to be different. Sure, some things will be. I have a much better view, far more assignments and far less money. But the love I have for my home, being with my family and living close to friends won’t be.
I’m moving out, but not moving on.
Plus, I now live at the beach. Did anyone say day trip?