Where did my independence go?

I just got back from uni…. end of my last year, so yeah, bye!

 

Uni was the first time I had been away from home, I couldn’t cook (still can’t, but will be forever grateful to Deliveroo), wasn’t great at ironing (still not) and not that keen on cleaning (but needs must). Three years of focusing on studies, lectures and getting pissed. I’ve come back home to two fabulous parents, but after a couple of weeks of pampered bliss, it hit me: Where did my independence go?

At uni, if I had no food in the fridge and it was too late to trek to town (or I simply couldn’t be arsed), deliverance (or deliveryJ) was just one speed dial away. Not cooking meant even when I did shop, my fridge was full of beautiful sliced bread, processed cheese, the cheapest ham and the must-have Frubes (I know it’s for children, but hell – it saved on the washing up). Don’t get me wrong, I do know how to turn on an oven… hence, on occasion, a freezer full of chicken nuggets and chips.  Now at home, the fridge/freezer is always magically full…. of healthy shit. Salad: NO! Veg: WTF!! Artisan breads: what’s wrong with plastic wrapped sliced plastic! So, why, I ask, are my fabulous parents attempting to get me used to the better things in life, when it will simply be harder for me in the long run? I need to keep to what I know in order to face the world, for when I move out and start an internship on next to nothing. I love them dearly, but they need to let me do my own thing on the food front – got to keep real!

When I was at uni I did a lot more: I had the freedom to go anywhere and not be questioned or asked what time I’d be back – I simply did my own thing, in my own time and that was the end of it.. I could be in a bad mood, lock myself away until the darkness lifted and not be questioned. Whereas now I am home, if I leave the room or I don’t talk much, its 21 questions asking why? I love that they care so much, but it is hard coming home – I feel I’ve gone back in time, I’m not a little girl anymore,  I’m 21 and can kinda do my own thing.

I have been trying out new things (this blog for one). I was always focused on getting the right results so I could go on and get some more good results… but I’ve never felt free to experiment. I’m not saying I haven’t had fun, but I’ve conformed from Day 1, never been a rebel and now I’ve done all that I am looking to conform some more: Get a job and be a good daughter. But is it hard, job requirements always seem to include something I haven’t done, or haven’t got.  I’ve tried to achieve academically so I can grow and support myself, but some days, after trawling through job opportunities, I wonder if I will ever be independent.

 

Have I lost my independence or am I just growing up? The more I see, the more I realise that at university I had to grow up fast and live on my own. I wasn’t well prepared, but I I did it. And if I did it once, I can do it again! I still have a lot of growing up to do, but I will get my life sorted and get done what I need to in order to get the independence I so want.