With all due respect to the people I have lived with in my life (Mom, Nyatchi, CvS and Stud1), I wish I had had an opportunity to live on my own. Obviously I had very little choice about living at home and at uni it was a requirement that we shared rooms and, financially, it was best that I flatted with CvS and Stud1 when I graduated.But I think that living on my own would have encouraged me to figure out who I am as an individual and what I am capable of. A certain amount of resilience and self awareness seems to be exuded by people who have had that kind of experience.
I don't think that I have been terribly stunted living with friends and getting married young. But the kinds of questioning I am doing now, on the blog and in my head, is possibly best done earlier in life when you are independent (not necessarily single). It causes less concern for others and allows you to be more free with your words, actions and metamorphosis.
But as they say - such is life... and I wouldn't be here blogging if I'd already gotten it all figured out! Oh lucky you!
That's a really interesting observation! I met DH when I was finishing high-school and I felt the same, like I needed a little time living on my own before moving in together. I ended up only doing it for a year but it was a nice space in which to find my feet and figure out how I liked doing things.
ReplyDeleteI do agree with your blog here. But as a point of difference I will choose something else.
ReplyDeleteI wish I had persisted with my complaint as a child to my primary school teacher. Part of me is glad I didn't another part of me wishes I had. Cryptic I know. But that will do. :)