Real Taste of Independence

A year has already passed since I started, for the most part, living alone. Though my house is literally an hour's drive away, i still had to stay in a dormitory for practicality's name. I only go home during weekends or during vacation. However, there were times when I do not go home for 3 weeks straight. The longest time that I have been not home was the entire span of February until the end of the 2nd week of March, that's 6 weeks of not stepping foot in my own house. These times were characterized by stress and sleepless nights. Well of course, these days were memorable.

During high school and during my first year in college (I am an incoming College Junior), I always complain of my lack of freedom. Daily routine was:

Home---->School---->Home

It was only until I was in my first year in college that little freedom was given, a few parties and the like. Still I wasn't contented. I wanted to try freedom intertwined with independence. Little did I know, it was just right in the corner.

During the first semester of my 2nd year in college, my dad and I agreed that I will stay in the dormitory. My mind was full of plans. True, I was able to see the night. Literally, experienced the night. I was able to have massages. I was able to go to clubs. I was able to just chill. I was able to go to friends' house to make requirements or to just study. I was able to see the world.

I felt so happy about it. But later on, I felt the downside. It's not really nice to be alone. Good thing if you have your usual companion(s), but what if there aren't?  The feeling that you always have to pay, from your allowance, everything that you eat and use, sucks big time.

But I really feel that for the whole year that I have been independent, I could say that I grew up from this experience. Without this chance, I could never really be strong as I am now.

"I love the feeling when the wind blows on my face, while I walk alone. The leaves rustle on the ground and flowers fall to the ground."