by _refugee_

Five years ago today, to the day, I moved out of my fifteen-years-older boyfriend's house and into a rented room by myself at the tender age of 21, almost 22. In retrospect, I see this as the moment I became to truly become a real person. With this move I had begun to assert my independence and self-hood. I began to learn what it was to live by and for oneself.

Looking back, there is so much in front of not-quite-22 year-old me. It's been a slow progression but I think, overall, that it trends upward and my life has become more positive and better for me, the person, every single year.

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When was that moment, for you? The one that you believe defines the break, the essential start, of your self- and adult-hood?