The day came. The day when I would move out of the house. The day where I became my own provider (for the most part) and my own mother. The day where I became an official adult.
It was sad. It was exciting. It was scary. It was fun.
The day came and went.
I am here sitting in my new room. My room. In my desk, with my computer, drinking out of my cups. And I think I've finally started to come to peace with The Day. I have been nervous for months about yesterday. I haven't felt ready, I haven't felt confident, I haven't felt okay about it. But as the day came and went, I had so many small, sweet, and simple blessings to help the transition along. I know that I'll be okay.
So I am gone. I do not live at home anymore. But I am starting to make a new home for myself.
It'll be interesting. It'll be hard. It'll be fun and exciting.
And it'll be worth it.
And if it's not . . . well, life goes on, doesn't it?
