We’ve all had so many firsts. First crush, first kiss, first heartbreak, first job, and so many other firsts. Some of these first-time experiences turned out great, some hilarious, some embarrassing, some sad and some even left us speechless but one thing is constant and that is, Those were our first time doing whatever we did, and it’s priceless if you ask me.
Share a story about one of your "firsts" maybe your first big travel, first personal big expense, first time away from home, first crush/love/kiss, first job/salary, or even your first time attending any kind of concert".
Just like everyone else, I have had so many firsts as well, some I am proud of and some I am not so proud of.
Today, I will be sharing my first time leaving home and being independent.
Growing up, it was so easy to remind everyone of how my days were numbered in the house and sometimes even threaten to run away from home but when the time came for my wishes to be granted I didn’t exactly embrace them with open arms.
A few years ago, I left home for the first time to begin my life in a different city. All my belongings packed in a few suitcases, I happily bade my family goodbye.
I moved to a different city. A city where I knew no one. A city where I couldn’t up and go to my father’s house when I wanted to. I couldn’t go to my relative's house when I couldn’t take it anymore. It was just me and the big city.
The first few days were fun, I couldn’t get over the excitement of having my own space and decorating it the way I liked, and I couldn’t get over being totally free from my family.
All of this excitement disappeared the moment I was brought back to reality.
It did hit me that I was really alone and was solely responsible for myself.
The first reality check was when I was sick. That day I thought I was going to die. Never in my life have I ever been left alone when I was sick. I had everyone at my beck and call, all taking care of me till whenever I recovered but for the first time, I had to take care of myself and not “die” in the process. Phewwww it was tough.
Little by little everything began to make sense. I was really on my own but it wasn’t all that I envisaged because what do you mean I have to restock the house once I run out of foodstuff? Or I have to pay the plumber for his services and make sure he did a good job, but that was supposed to be my Daddy’s job! Not me! What do I know?!
I wanted to be free but never did I ever see the bills and responsibilities coming the way they did. I knew they would come but coming without warning? No one informed me!
I think what I realized about everything that happened when I began to stay alone is that I grew.
The whole daddy’s girl and big softie had to give way for a brave, strong, and resilient lady. While it was not easy as it seemed it was worth the whole process.
While some first experiences can be nerve-wracking and could make us question our capabilities, they are essential. They pave the way for greater and life-changing experiences and you certainly don’t want to miss out on that.
In a nutshell, do not be scared of trying new things, some can turn out pretty good, others pretty bad but that’s one experience badge for you😁
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