The Day I Left Home The First Time Around
I remember it like it was yesterday. We decided we should move out to Costa Mesa where his older sister lived at the time. The plan was simple, move in with her since she had a spare bedroom and get a part time job, go to college and figure shit out.
Things did not go to plan per usual. So, buckle in because this one is good. I was 19 and my boyfriend Tyler was 17, he had just graduated high school and we’d been dating 3 ½ years so timing FELT perfect. Like I said, his sister had a spare bedroom and it was pretty nice out in Costa Mesa and beat the hell out of Los Banos.
So, it was a friday when we talked to our parents, funny to think back on it. We sat our parents together and Tyler gave the “going to take good care of your daughter speech” to my parents and we said all the other things parents want to hear.
That Monday we packed everything we could in his little 3 series BMW and hauled ass to Costa Mesa. I kid you not, on our drive up there his sister calls and says she had just agreed to rent the room to her friend, yeah, we were pretty shocked too. Her friend had like a week or two left at her old place so the minute we got there we started looking for a new place. We luckily found a studio in the same apartment complex and moved in there.
The fun begins. Ok so now that we have our actual place and no money, it’s time for a FULL TIME JOB. His mom helped us pay rent since we clearly weren’t prepared for this kind of responsibility of paying $1,300 a month. I got a job at Forever 21 fast but not full time, I was making a lousy $10.00 an hour and that was not cutting it.
Tyler worked at Vans for like a millisecond and quit. He claims I made him do it but reality is I told him working 4 hours a week is a waste of time and to look for another job, he didn’t though. It got fucking HARD! My shifts were 4PM-midnight because closing took forever. I’d get home super late and everyday was just a nightmare. Coming home to a boyfriend who had spent his day high and on the Xbox was not fun anymore. My feet hurt because my dumbass would wear wedges to look “cute” at work and not going to lie this one day it was so bad I took them off, I couldn’t handle it (store was closed).
The beach was our friend because it was close by and free if you don’t count the gas. I remember thinking and crying a lot. I had no idea how this was going to play out. I’d miss the school deadline and I just thought the most we had to pay was maybe $200-300 a month since we were planning on renting a room. But anyways everything happens for a reason.
Things I realized:
- I don’t like So-Cal like I thought I did.
- There is a lot of growing up to do before you move in with your boyfriend.
- Don’t rely on people
- Working minimum wage sucks ass
- Home goods are expensive
How did it end? Us moving back home. Yes, after short 4 months we had broken up which is a completely different story I’ll write about that on another post someday but basically we had this huge fall out and decided it was time to go our separate ways.
Coming back was depressing but I think of it as a reboot not only for ourselves but our relationship.
2 weeks after no contact Tyler basically text me nonstop daily until I finally responded and we’ve been together ever since. This year in December will be our 10th year anniversary. We do live together now and have been for 3 years, and things are completely different than they were in Costa Mesa. We are older wiser, smarter, and both have good jobs lol so that helps.
I’ll write another post on how and why we ended up living together by accident and how it’s working perfectly. Sometimes the most uncontrolled things work best than those we try to control.
As always, thank you for reading, I appreciate you and your time.
xx
Below are a few pictures of us in our first apartment together, that I for some reason or another didn’t delete when we broke up. Enjoy.
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