I could still remember the very first day I left home to study my undergraduate degree. Excited, to finally experience independent living from family after how many years being with them since I entered kindergarten and finish senior high school, though, but still feeling nervous and hesitant thinking on how to deal the new world just of my own.
While studying, I first opted to stay in the university dormitory but lasted only for 6 months. I never thought I couldn’t take a life without assisted living facilities like the usual home structures – dining room, living, etc. Dormitory, if you could think, is such a very small unit of bedroom wherein a dormer or occupant should divide the room for to have a living room, dining, study room for his-self inside a room. I was drooling to know that at first. But I still tried staying in the dormitory for me to feel alike I’m really a school-girl for even just 6 months.
After which, I moved to a personal apartment unit where I had all the freedom to do whatever I wanted to in the unit. There, I already had two bedrooms with a separate kitchen area, dining and living room, and off course a comfort room and a terrace also to relax. The unit was so conducive for studying, I could say.
That was my first experience being away from home, from my family. But during those days, my mom was always checking me in the dormitory for at least once very week. There’s no question why such; I’m the youngest in the family.