What's the thing about living alone that went from your biggest fear to your greatest strength?
When I first moved out, I genuinely cried because I didn't know how to cook rice without my mom standing next to me. Like I was texting her at 11pm asking "does it look done??" with a photo of my pot. The first few months were a mess I ate instant noodles four days in a row, accidentally shrunk my favorite shirt, and once spent 20 minutes looking for my phone while using it as a flashlight*.* But somewhere between learning to grocery shop without buying random stuff I'll never use and finally figuring out that yes, you DO have to clean the bathroom yourself, I started actually enjoying my own company. Now I eat whatever I want, watch whatever I want, and walk around my place like I own it because I do. Honestly, living alone didn't break me, it just showed me I was more capable than I thought even if it took burning three omelettes to figure that out.