Moving Out is Hard To Do
I’m moving out with the girl
In the complex notion of moving out together, one needs to remember that it’s never *your* happiness that is important, but far more importantly the happiness of the 12,000 people around you that have some divine say in your life.
It’s the ex-housemates who didn’t move to their cheaper-renting premises and let you stay (with them) in the more-expensive-but-more-convenient unit. Of course this was ‘intimated’ to you and you’re supposed to be aware of this!?!??!
It’s the ex-housemates who are pissed because their best friend’s life is changing and it doesn’t accomodate their situation.
It’s the strangers who can dictate when is the appropriate amount of time before we move out….
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… Now don’t get me wrong, I am eternally grateful for having cheaper rent and some sense of sanity when I moved down.
I’m also grateful for my friends viewpoints, their concerns and their worries over my wellbeing. But two things stand out to me. I’ve survived all of this once and i’ll survive again. And so have they. For the tale of friends being friends, this is what they’re here for.
To be happy with you when times are good and to console you when things are bad.
But, had I thought that for even a second that this was going to be the impact of me deciding to move out after only a couple of months I would have taken the ‘more-expensive-live-on-my-own’ option thankyou-very-much!….
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I have been overwhelmed the amount of lives I have put out of place, the amount of noses i’ve disjointed and the people i’ve pissed off just by saying those 9 little words ‘J and I have decided to move out together’
If anyone wants to actually say ‘congrats Adam, I hope you’re happy mate’, please leave them below because I haven’t heard it once yet.
*sigh*
Adam
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