Moving out of your parents' house is difficult because you are faced with decisions you didn't think would be forced to confront just yet.

All transitions are difficult, but this one is particularly. Foremost, when moving between one place and another you are in limbo; with some things at your new place and some at your old - constantly going back and forth between houses can make you feel uneasy; temporary limbo. Secondly, having to decide what is essential and what could be left behind makes you reassess your entire purpose of existence; who are you? what do you enjoy? what do you absolutely need? why are you even here? Because when making these decisions, you come to the realization that you own too many things; are these worthless possessions important to you?

However, once the move is over, you can sit comfortably in your new bed and look around to see all that you've accomplished: four days prior this had been a bare room, with bare walls, and bare floors, but now it's filled with a bunch of shit that somewhat represents you as a person- what a success! Boy - what a fucking accomplishment.

The feeling of content slowly passes and the more time you spend in your new house the more you wonder if it could ever become your home.