The Life of Bon is having a summer of Throwback Thursdays and I wanted to tell my moving out story too. Thanks to The Life of Bon for the ideas and the link party!
I graduated 5 months before I turned 18 and I was ready to move out as soon as I graduated. I didn't like having anyone tell me what to do and I couldn't stand being home.
At the same time I couldn't afford to live on my own- at all! I planned to move in with my boyfriend. On my 18th birthday my best friend and my boyfriend took me out to the movies and to the mall to celebrate, because how else would you celebrate being 18? It was also the first time I had a midnight curfew.
That's where we went to go visit my boyfriend's mom at work, a jewelry store in the mall.
My boyfriend asked her, "Hey is it alright if Monica moves in with us tomorrow?" And she answered "Absolutely not."
I was livid. I had been bugging him to make sure it was ok with her for months and he had just planned on it being ok with her but not asking her until the night before. This is the man I married.
I was all packed up and ready to go, ready to live in my car if necessary because I didn't want to be at home any longer. Luckily for me, my best friend swooped in and saved the day.
Her mom lived alone when she was at her dad's, which was most of the time, so her mom let me move into their cat's bedroom. It was their spare bedroom but the cat was the one that spent the most time in it.
With just a couple trips in my car I was able to get all of my stuff over to their house, with the help of my boyfriend who was still in the dog house.
I came to find out that my new roommate, Amy, wasn't there very often, and being alone freaked me out at first. The first night I stayed there alone I heard some weird noises outside and realized that this was the first time I had been anywhere that I couldn't go run and grab a gun if an intruder came in. To make myself feel better I grabbed a handful of firecrackers and a lighter and put those by my bed instead. If I needed to I would try to scare someone off with a small firecracker and pure willpower.
Now that I am a first apartment, a marriage and a first house further down the road I see how easy everything was and how everything I went through then wasn't a big deal but I sure am grateful to those people that made it easier for me. Thanks Amy and Kourtney! I guess I should finally let my now husband, Ben, out of the doghouse because he was young and stupid just like I was.
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