It was a world of hard truths I had to face.

And with those hard truths came growth, character development, and one of the greatest feelings I've ever had in my early adulthood.

There were too many things I wasn't prepared for.

Like getting home tired.

Not wanting to put the effort into cooking and feeding myself.

And worrying about how expensive groceries had become.

Plus, if I chose not to cook, I'll be paying 20 bucks for a meal that may or may not fill me up.

Nobody tells you how normal not socializing becomes.

They don't tell you the only way to speak to someone is through the phone.

If you want human interaction, you have to leave the house or bask in silence.

They don't tell you that once your work is over, your chores and tasks are completed.

You have food and everything looks good, then now you're facing a new issue.

Boredom.

I spent too much time looking at my ceiling while laying down on the floor.

For no reason at all.

You get wrapped up in your thoughts and forget where you are.

They don't tell you remember to speak today, because the days you spend home all day, you have no reason to vocalize.

It's strange.

They don't let you know that it'll become a test of discipline.

Your home reflects you.

Being able to keep it clean, keep food on your own table, and pay for the roof over your head are direct reflections of who you've become as a person.

They don't tell you that you become your own person.

You don't rely on anyone, ever.

And if something needs to be done, you'll do it.

They don't tell you how many new hobbies you might try out, like reading, meditating, juggling, acrobatics, and even cooking.

They don't tell you that your home becomes a safe place for the ones you love.

Your arms are always open for people once you live alone.

They don't tell you that while there's a whole lot of upsides, there are plenty of downsides that come right with it.

But that never means not to move out. If you can, you should, you'll become a better version of yourself within days.