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Originally Posted by Stu
When I first moved out I used to love flying back to the nest once or twice a week for a mean tuna sandwich. You've only just started playing this game so you might as well continue on playing it and it'll get better I assure you.
Maybe a single flat wasn't the best option to be honest. Moving in with friends or even strangers is a great experience because your house is always a hive of activity and you're social circle will expand to accommodate their social circles.
Living totally by yourself obviously also means much higher rent and bills which is a bitch. You don't really get this when you share a space. Even when I was on the dole I always had a bit of cash to spare for booze after paying bills and rent and taking care of groceries [the fact that I live soley off tuna, bananas, carrots and universal love helps].
I've never understood how people like me could be broke. You're either happy broke because you've spent all your money taking care of your bills and boozing on - which aint real broke, it's just living a typical student/post student life - or you seriously need to tone down your lifestyle and stay off the high streets more.
Not talking about you here obviously but you say you're a manager. That sounds like money to me. I pull pints for a pittance and am vulnerable to saying "yes, please" to volunteer work. Although obviously where you are living is much more pricey than the mean steets I am king of so whatever.
Anyway don't roll back on things. Stay positive and don't do the whole "did I take all this on too young?" line. Nah, you didn't. Most people should move out and get a job when they're going through their twenties, to be honest.
Just take a vested interest in solo activities. Get into a few TV series or something to pass the hours. Enjoy your alone time. It'll make the socializing bits once or twice a week all the sweeter.
Then you keep smiling and give out love and take love in. Or something like that. Loves like breathing. Take it in, breath it out and feed off it as if it were a food. It kinda is.
I'm rambling. Be happy, dude.
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I love going home but its really hard with working 5 days a way and 12 hour shifts - its hard to fit it all in
Im definitely a happy broke, i dont regret my decision to move out at all! - sometimes i just wish maybe i had a companion or friends that could come over and chill but ever since i left college i dont really have that many friends or social circles (which i kinda like) but then were all busy in our own lives to focus on meeting ALL the time.
I dont get an awful lot of money - its still hourly and im lowest form of manager in the hierarchy of retail management - so theres still a looooong way to go.
Thanks for this though, i needed motivation and reassurance that im doing the right thing!
nuff love.
xx