When I was 19 years old I moved into my first apartment. And just like that, I was on my own, an aaaahhh, moment.
All of the sudden, I was a grownup on my own.
Recentlyntly, I have been writing about some “aaaahhhh moments” in my life. I have been sharing these moments so that my readers can learn a little about me. I also hope that they will find some similarities between us. This moment is the moment I realized I was an adult living on my own.
I moved into the Lucy Eaton Smith Home for Girls. Located at 19th and Sansom Streets, right in the heart of Center City. It was a large building that rented dormitory-type rooms to young girls and women. No men were allowed above the first floor. We all called it the Lucy. It was a great place to go between living in your mom’s house and moving full-on into a real apartment or house.
I moved out of my house and into the Lucy with just a few bags of stuff. My refrigerator was empty and I had to buy groceries. The first thing I did after dropping off my boxes was go to the local convenience store. When I got to Wawa and bought a quart of chocolate milk and a loaf of raisin bread.
The first food I bought myself, in my first apartment was food that gave me comfort. I came home from Wawa put my food in the refrigerator, looked around. At that moment, I realized I was in my own home on my own. I was nineteen years old, in my second year of college and I was on my own. It was one of the scariest moments in my life. At the same time, it was one of my bravest moments.
So the question for you this magnificent day is what was the moment when you realized you were on your own?