Flying the Nest: Do or Die
How the tables have turned since the last melancholy memory. It’s amazing the independence a person can gain in a short space of time. I’ve secured affordable rent for a two bedroom semi-detached house in a nice area and I moved in before Christmas. My existing school role came to an end and I am embarking on a new one.
I’ve only ever lived with immediate family, students or partners. Until now, I’d never spent the majority of my time in a house alone. Do I miss my other half? Hell yes. Is it the right choice? Yes, right now for both of us. It’s unfortunate when third parties try to drive wedges between people, but I always emerge stronger. I’ll treasure the year we spent in our wonky house atop a hill. Anima mea fortis est.
Self reliance, self regulation and self motivation are the areas of adult life I struggle with most. Particularly since COVID-19 and lockdowns began, social connections have dwindled. I’m very much the care giver in my home role. When living alone, who do you have to care for? It takes all my energy to keep the house clean and feed myself, whereas before it was easy. When you look after someone you love, it’s easy.
My beautiful rescue cat, Spooky, has been a God-send in terms of companionship. He sleeps with me, eats with me and follows me everywhere inside the house. It’s Lockdown is ever-lasting.
Animal madness ensures there’s plenty of small furries to look after but without that human element in life, it can lack meaning. If it were not for social distancing, this would be the peak of my twenties. I do love the dramatic irony.
There are not many people I know in life, present or past, who have been able to live entirely alone, independent and self-funded. Those who do are in shared accommodation or with partners. I feel incredibly lucky to have been accepted by Places for People, or I would be in the same boat unable to afford my own home. My pride in being a modern working, volunteering, highly educated and independent woman is unexplainable. I’d never trade it for depending on someone else financially. I’m more capable than that. Watch the videos below on debates between modern women vs. outdated housewives.
This does mean I get another new set of firsts because I can decorate the entire property, do whatever I want with the garden and learn how to do all those dull adult things like set up direct debits for bills.
I must be on the up. After weeks of stress hives and a certain employment tribunal battle I’m not legally allowed to speak about in detail things have started to settle down. I’ll be coming into a large sum of money soon, my skin is clearing up and the world is still frozen in time.
The remaining time I have away from work is spent doing up my new home – wallpaper, painting, installation of flooring, all the important stuff that I’ll lose sight of once I’m back in the bustle of my busy working ways.
I’m also in the final stages of editing the novel I’ve been writing for so long. If 2021 could be a year of openings, opportunities and positivity, that’s enough progress for me.
It’s obvious my opinion lays within the independent woman view – being a housewife to me is the easy-way-out. Allow someone else to care for you, while you stay at home. As a working woman who loves her job and has pride in her home, I do both. I feel hugely sorry for those women trapped in under-educated wasted-potential.