Personal Narrative: The Irresponsible Adult

When I was eighteen I decided that I’d had enough rules for a lifetime. Immature, irresponsible, vulnerable and determined to make it work, I decided to move out of my grandparent’s house and into an apartment of my own. I would be able to make my own rules and do my own thing without anybody else interfering. It didn’t quite happen like I had imagined it would. There were a lot of bumps along the way but it really turned me into the mature, responsible adult I had always wanted to be. Even though the bumps included an out of control cockroach situation, I’m glad everything happened the way it did, I wouldn’t be who I am if it had been easy. I’ve been moved in to my very first, very own apartment for about two weeks. Everything is going well; sure I’ve missed class a couple of times and been late to work once or twice, but everyone has those months. I start each morning the same, wake up, make the bed, have a cup of tea. As I go to get my mug for tea out I feel a tickle on my foot. “Oh my god, that’s a cockroach. There are cockroaches in my apartment.” There is no adult I can call to take care of this for me, I’m an adult now so I have to take care of this myself. I call my landlord and he doesn’t pick up so I leave a message to …show more content…
While I stand by my decision to move out on my own at such a young age, it was anything but easy. My whole life my mom took care of things for me. Out of food? Mom would buy some more. Six loads of dirty laundry? Mom would wash it. Need to schedule a doctor’s appointment? Mom would do it. When you live on your own though, you have to take care of things yourself. Have cockroaches all over your apartment? Sorry but you have to deal with your inattentive landlord. Extermination didn’t fix the problem? You have to come up with the solution. That’s really what living on my own did, taught me to take care of myself because there’s no safety net in real