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  • Writer's pictureDillan Taylor

Moving Out

Three years ago, I was in the worst place I’ve ever been in life. After failing out of college (among other disasters), I had to move back home with my mom and pursue Project ‘Get Dillan’s Shit Together.’

It took about 2 years to get said shit together.

There are a thousand things I can say about the suckiness of living at home. Seeing all my friends start new lives, meeting new partners, and going on adventures outside of the same county we went to high school…the comparison game is hard to avoid.

But with this little post, I’d like to give a shout out to the net positive: I was given a free home–a headquarters to gather myself, organize my life, and figure out what my values are and how to pursue them.

I’ve accomplished all of that. And this morning I am packing up a 26-foot UHaul with my entire room. My home base since 2008 has been gutted and will be replaced with my sister’s belongings.

I feel so grateful that my mom let me shelter up here and genuinely allow me to figure everything out. Sorry it took me 26 years, Ma. I guess that’s better than 30?

Thank you to my mother for saving my life during the time I needed it most. We rarely sit down for dinner together as a family–me, my mom, and my sister. Yet, I feel like the first thing I want to do is come back tomorrow and sit down at the table and eat together…

I accidentally typed “home” instead of “back” in that last paragraph.

Have you ever been incredibly excited to do something, and at the same time, incredibly anxious and reluctant?

Kasey Musgraves put it well:

Is there a word for the way that I’m feeling tonight? Happy and sad at the same time

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