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On leaving home #FridayReflections

In my 31 years on planet Earth, I’ve realised that I moved a fair bit. My early childhood days were spent alternating between Ibra and Bombay. Around the time I was five, we moved to Salalah which remained our home for 5 years. Then we packed up and left for Bombay, except this time, it wasn’t my maternal grandparents’ house but one of our own. To this day, it’s the house my parents live in and probably, the longest home I’ve known.

I left home when I was 21 years and 25 days old.

Sure, since then I’ve moved a lot and lived across five different suburbs and seven houses. My current place is home to me and none of the others really felt like home. Like I said, the last home I left was 10 years ago.

Home was a modest 3-bedroom apartment in the suburbs in Bombay. My sister and I shared a room; in fact, until I moved out of home, I never had my own room. In my teenage years, posters of Australian and South African cricketers adorned the walls of our bedroom. My sister didn’t really get a say in the decor.

Coming from a family that was really loud, I cherished time spent in the bathroom {I’m serious!}. Yet, the noise and cacophony had a soothing feel to it — it signified life. For over 10 years, this was the place I laughed, cried, fought with my parents and sister, made up with them and created memories. It was where I went to after a tough day at college. It was where I spent hours on the phone to my friends. It was where I stayed up late at night, long after everyone had gone to bed, studying in the quiet.

When finally it came time for me to leave home, I was excited. I was about to embark on a brand new journey, a new phase in my life. I was flying to another country where I knew no one. Given that I had dreamt of “moving out” since I was about 16, I was looking forward to this new adventure. However, the enormity of the situation struck me when I was on the plane.

I had just left my home and family. I was off to a place where I didn’t know anyone. I was going to have to fend for myself.

In the end, it was the best thing ever. Sure, I have been very fortunate and for that, I am grateful. More importantly, moving out of home made me so much more independent and capable.

Moving out of home taught me to cook for myself and not just enter a kitchen to grab food. It taught me to keep a place tidy and do the dishes. It taught me to pay bills and more importantly, save for a rainy day. I learnt to look for bargains even at the supermarket. I learnt to do my own laundry and prioritise my chores. I figured out how to change a lightbulb and later, to put furniture together. I learnt to be responsible and save up a deposit.

Moving out of my parent’s home taught me to value one of my own.

I left home a decade ago. I made one my own six years ago.

I’ve grown and I’ve changed; my choices reflect that. When I go back to Bombay, I now recognise it as my parents home. Because home for me is right here in Sydney.

How did you feel the last time you left your home?

Do share!

***Linking with Janine and Mackenzie for Friday Reflections and Corinne for September Challenge***

Until next time,

Cheers!!!

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  • victoria adams
    September 12, 2015 at 12:41 am

    hmm i hardly remember remember myself leaving home but i sure do remember my children leaving – i still haven’t got over That lol

  • victoria adams
    September 12, 2015 at 12:41 am

    hmm i hardly remember remember myself leaving home but i sure do remember my children leaving – i still haven’t got over That lol

  • Leo
    September 12, 2015 at 1:24 am

    I’m yet to leave home for a different country or anything, and I don’t know how I’d feel when that time comes. 🙂 Hopefully soon, will find out. Interesting reflection, Sanch.
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  • Leo
    September 12, 2015 at 1:24 am

    I’m yet to leave home for a different country or anything, and I don’t know how I’d feel when that time comes. 🙂 Hopefully soon, will find out. Interesting reflection, Sanch.
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  • LuAnn Braley
    September 12, 2015 at 1:56 am

    The last time we left the place we were living (because I cannot really call it home, even though we were there for 4 years) I felt relief. Of course, moving into our owned home probably had something to do with that relief. I was also happy because we bought the home of my husband’s maternal grandmother, enabling us to keep it in the family.
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  • LuAnn Braley
    September 12, 2015 at 1:56 am

    The last time we left the place we were living (because I cannot really call it home, even though we were there for 4 years) I felt relief. Of course, moving into our owned home probably had something to do with that relief. I was also happy because we bought the home of my husband’s maternal grandmother, enabling us to keep it in the family.
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  • Mary Hill
    September 12, 2015 at 3:33 am

    I remember leaving home at two different times. First, when I went to California to marry only to return in shame and grief. The second time, I left with pride as I went to college. I loved college and I love my life now. Thanks for sharing your memories.
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    • Sanch @ Living my Imperfect Life
      September 12, 2015 at 10:08 pm

      It’s such a great example of the ups and downs of life Mary…and that just because things don’t work out once doesn’t mean other opportunities don’t arise

  • Mary Hill
    September 12, 2015 at 3:33 am

    I remember leaving home at two different times. First, when I went to California to marry only to return in shame and grief. The second time, I left with pride as I went to college. I loved college and I love my life now. Thanks for sharing your memories.
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    • Sanch @ Living my Imperfect Life
      September 12, 2015 at 10:08 pm

      It’s such a great example of the ups and downs of life Mary…and that just because things don’t work out once doesn’t mean other opportunities don’t arise

  • Corinne Rodrigues
    September 12, 2015 at 4:41 pm

    Thanks for sharing, Sanch. You had the courage to do in your twenties what I should have done too. More power to you!
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    • Sanch @ Living my Imperfect Life
      September 12, 2015 at 9:22 pm

      Thanks Corinne…I did have the courage but I also was fortunate in many ways and I’m grateful for that.

  • Corinne Rodrigues
    September 12, 2015 at 4:41 pm

    Thanks for sharing, Sanch. You had the courage to do in your twenties what I should have done too. More power to you!
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    • Sanch @ Living my Imperfect Life
      September 12, 2015 at 9:22 pm

      Thanks Corinne…I did have the courage but I also was fortunate in many ways and I’m grateful for that.

  • Mackenzie Glanville
    September 12, 2015 at 9:45 pm

    I really enjoyed reading this post. I left my family home when I was 19 and moved away to study. It sure does make you grow up doesn’t it! I learnt so much and your post brought back many memories for me. Thanks for sharing and linking up with us #Fridayreflections

    • Sanch @ Living my Imperfect Life
      September 13, 2015 at 9:07 am

      Wow 19 is young! But yeah, you grow so much…I felt so much more responsible than friends my age or older who were still living at home. 🙂

  • Mackenzie Glanville
    September 12, 2015 at 9:45 pm

    I really enjoyed reading this post. I left my family home when I was 19 and moved away to study. It sure does make you grow up doesn’t it! I learnt so much and your post brought back many memories for me. Thanks for sharing and linking up with us #Fridayreflections

    • Sanch @ Living my Imperfect Life
      September 13, 2015 at 9:07 am

      Wow 19 is young! But yeah, you grow so much…I felt so much more responsible than friends my age or older who were still living at home. 🙂

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    September 21, 2015 at 2:03 pm

    I first left home when I was 17 for my Graduation. When I look back these 6 years have changed me to my core! I have grown so much and learnt some really tough lessons that too the harder way! Though it gets lonely at times but the feeling of being Independent is great! 🙂
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    I first left home when I was 17 for my Graduation. When I look back these 6 years have changed me to my core! I have grown so much and learnt some really tough lessons that too the harder way! Though it gets lonely at times but the feeling of being Independent is great! 🙂
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  • Sreesha
    January 25, 2016 at 7:14 pm

    When I was ten ( also living in Bombay coincidentally) I used to dream of going off abroad to study and work. In my fantasies, I always wore this off white, floral-patterned sundress and a wide brimmed hat (LOL, don’t ask) and in all of them, I returned to my mom’s years later but anxious and desperate to go back home – my home.
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    January 25, 2016 at 7:14 pm

    When I was ten ( also living in Bombay coincidentally) I used to dream of going off abroad to study and work. In my fantasies, I always wore this off white, floral-patterned sundress and a wide brimmed hat (LOL, don’t ask) and in all of them, I returned to my mom’s years later but anxious and desperate to go back home – my home.
    Of course it didn’t quite work out that way. I did move to a hostel at sixteen, but that’s not the same and my experiences there were rather sucky. Even now, I sometimes get the feeling that I am not exactly “home” but I don’t know where home is, or what I’m looking for.
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