Letting me move into my university dormitory wasn't an easy decision for my parents. However, they knew if I wanted a good education, I'd have to live away from home. I'd always dream of living alone the life of no rules and regulations and being independent. So I was delighted about this new stage in my life.
Unexpectedly, during the first few months of living alone, I would find myself crying every day. I would call my mum every day. Coming from a big family, I was used to noises surrounding me. Therefore, the scary silence at night was the worst. I couldn't even sleep without keeping the lights on.
As time went by, I started enjoying the freedom that came with living alone. I could do things in my own time: eat whenever I want, wake up whenever I want. The space of loneliness was also then filled up by friends who became like family, so I started missing my family less.
When it was time to say goodbye and go back home after my graduation I was bittersweet. I'd enjoyed my time alone, learning things which wouldn't have been possible if I had never moved away from home. But I'd also missed my family too much.
I'd learned a lot from this experience. Living alone made me value family time even more. I realized every second with them was important though I might not get the freedom while living alone.
I guess it's different for everybody, but for me, there is no warmth in a house unless it's filled with loving members and people you love.
