Things I’ve realized about myself since moving out.

Happy Labour Day fellow Canadians, and Happy Labor Day fellow Americans! (Wait, is this a celebration? How did this holiday start? Brb, going to Google it.)

I’m back…Happy celebration of working and hard daily labour! “Labour Day is to celebrate the achievements of workers. Labour Day has its origins in the labour union movement, specifically the eight-hour day movement, which advocated eight hours for work, eight hours for recreation, and eight hours for rest.” So yeah, happy labour day. All reliable information is from Wikipedia.


I have officially been living on my own for 3.43 days. I have also seen my dad more in the last 3 days than I have in the last three weeks! I honestly can’t even imagine moving without his help. My parents left my place on Thursday after we had moved everything in and they said they would probably see me on the weekend. The next day, on Friday, I got a text from my mom asking if I wanted to meet them for dinner at Brewsters near my place, at the suggestion of my dad. On Saturday my farmhouse dining table was finished being built and it needed to be picked up so my dad got it for me and dropped it off at my house, then we spent a few hours together at a cool downtown antique place browsing. On Sunday my parents were having a Mexican neighbourhood party so I headed to their place for dinner. It’s been lovely. My dad is the best. Honestly, I would have been lost without his help.


In just 3.43 days I have learned so much about myself. Just to name a few things…

  • Apparently I DO have a lot of shoes. My parents’ front closet and garage shelves were practically empty after I packed my shoes.
  • I am good at following my heart. This is specifically in regards to choosing the apartment I did. There were practical reasons to pick other apartments but I just felt at home in my place. I have high ceilings and big windows and as someone who is definitely mood-affected by weather and light, I love it.
  • I have a weird home decor style that is a cross between wood cabin in the deep forest and modern loft in a city’s downtown. My bedroom is very outdoorsy and my living room is more modern. I can’t pick because for practicality I like being close to amenities and the downtown life but at heart I wish I could live and work in the backcountry forest.
  • I talk a lot. I used to be able to talk to my parents and brother and neighbours but now I talk to myself (not out loud… yet).
  • I eat a lot of fruit. Fruit is expensive.
  • I have expensive taste in furniture. “Yeah, I like this armchair the best… aaaaand of course it’s the most expensive.”
  • I graduated high school and have spent 6 years in university but not once have I been taught how to do taxes or pay bills. WTF.
  • It’s okay to miss your parents. It’s kind of a tribute to how awesome your parents raised you to have such a close relationship and I’m pretty proud that I can call my mom and dad two of my best friends. I like that they’re still close by so we can cycle together and go for dinner or coffee or shopping.

So little time in my new place, yet so much wisdom from this experience. 😉 I am loving my new apartment and this weekend was spent preparing for my thesis defense, working on school research papers, and organizing and unpacking my life. I also went for a lovely 7 mile run yesterday where I ran through the expensive neighbourhoods that overlook the river valley in Edmonton so I could casually meet some hot and rich 20-something that lives in the area and can afford my expensive taste. Sorry for the lack of photos from the weekend. #blogfail Enjoy your day off!


What did you get up to this long weekend?

What are things you learned when you moved out?

What is your favourite thing to do with your parents?


  1. Ah yes, I remember my first few weeks fending for myself after I moved out. There were so many things that I called my parents about because I just hadn’t done it before. The most embarrassing? Cooking ground beef. I mean, I had cooked plenty at home but apparently hadn’t ever cooked ground beef and didn’t know why it wasn’t all crumbled. Face palm. Adulting is hard.

    PS. Paying bills is easy (well, the act of doing it, not so easy when you have no money), filing my own taxes is something I’ve yet to tackle lol

  2. So glad you are loving your new place! It was definitely weird when I went from living at home with my mom and sister and brother to living in my own apartment. I remember spending a lot of time back at home lol. Sometimes I wish I could go back in time and tell young me to make the most of that time I lived all alone! It’s super-duper easy to do your own taxes! We still do our own, and I’ve been doing my own for at least 10 years now. You can do it!! 😉

    1. I’ll know who to call with my questions 😉 I agree, I know I’m going to look back on this time and wish I had savoured it more!

  3. I think your relationship with your parents is amazing. But I definitely think you’re going to learn alot about yourself living on your own. And the realities of adulting will set in hard. I don’t know why no one teaches you the real life things but trust me, you will figure it out.

  4. As a mother of two young adult sons age 22 and 24 it is refreshing to read your comment about bill paying! That is something I am always thinking of when I sign on to assist them with their money. Glad to know you too struggle with that! Ps. Wish you were closer so I could introduce you to either of them!! You all have so much in common!! And they are TALL too! 6’4″ and 6’3″. Hahaha…

    1. Hey Lori! Right?! Glad to hear it from someone else too… a biochemistry third year course is great and all but I kind of need to learn about RSPs and taxes and such. Also… Hi to your sons. 😉

  5. Shoes – I recently cleared my shelves for photos when I put my house on the market … I literally filled two garbage bags. No need, no need.

    Sounds like you had a great weekend, Kris! Glad you’re loving the new place – Big windows and tall ceilings are my absolute favourite!

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