As a 20-something, I never felt pressured to leave my parents’ house. I was lucky that we had a great relationship. They had made it clear I could stay at home as long as I wanted. Though, there was something inside me that questioned it and wondered when the time would come for me to leave.
I weighed the pros and cons of living at home many times and the benefits would always come out on top.

Though, after a camping trip with a couple of friends in May 2021, my dissatisfaction began to grow. Two had been living on their own in their own apartments for a few years and the other had just bought a house. I can’t quite describe the feeling but I remember coming home from that trip, wishing I was in my own place.
It just so happened that our washing machine was no longer functional and it would take a week to get a new one. I was extremely frustrated that I couldn’t clean up from my trip the way I had planned.
I continued to waffle for a few months after that trip but began to realize it was time for me to leave. The one thing that still kept me at home was our dog, Cinnamon. She had been diagnosed with kidney disease in mid-2020 and I knew she didn’t have much time left. I wanted to spend as much time with her as I could before she passed. I didn’t know when that would be and I slowly started to think about leaving without her. In July 2021, she took a turn for the worst and 6 days after her 16th birthday, she passed away.
After many years of internal debate, I finally felt it was time. I began conversing with friends and people at work about the idea. I think I wanted to put it into the universe to make sure I would actually do it. If I said my plans aloud, it would be harder for me to back out.
Like I had done many times before, I scoured rental sites including RentFaster. This is where I found a place I was seriously interested in. I was still too scared to reach out to the poster but a friend said I should. I built up the courage and did it. I didn’t get a reply.
Not long after, the posting said rented. I wish they would have responded even to say it was no longer available but alas, I was left in the dust. It was okay though, it was only my first try.


Very aware of my plans and willing to help me, my friend was also on the lookout. She had come across a link to a place on Kijiji. She was familiar with the building and had looked at a place here, herself. So, at her recommendation I reached out to the landlord. I was scared it wouldn’t be available as the posting had been up for a while. But I got lucky this time and it was! We made plans to go look at it on Labor Day. And once again, I began to freak myself out. I had never lived on my own before, never had a lease. I had no rental references. Would this be a problem?
Various articles also told me that my rent should only be 30% of my income while others claimed the 50/30/20 rule. Based on my current income, I wasn’t going to fit into either of these categories. Would this be a problem? Would the landlord deny me because I didn’t make enough money?
- Rule of Thumb: How Much Should You Spend on Rent?
- How Much Should You Spend on Rent? Ignore the ‘30% Rule’
Needless to say, I didn’t sleep much that weekend because I was so scared of being denied. The day came and my friend and I met up in the parking lot. The landlord met us at the front doors and we went to look. I probably should’ve looked a little harder at some things but at this point I just wanted to move out so bad that I didn’t care. I did also have my friend there who’s lived in three places herself. Had she noticed anything alarming, she would have mentioned it. I already had the rental application with me, ready to go.
And as luck would have it, I signed the lease on the spot. All of my worries had been for nothing as they so often are. My landlord had no worries about me moving out for the first time and only commented that I worked full time, not worrying about the amount of money I was actually taking in every month. I signed the lease for the 15th agreeing to move in on the 18th.




It was a rush, a serious anxiety inducing rush. I had nothing. I hadn’t built up a stash of things to bring with me when I left my parent’s house. I didn’t have anywhere to store them. I signed the lease only 3 weeks before I was set to move in.
So I continued to panic. I began shopping around for the stuff I wouldn’t be able to live without, pots/pans, cutlery, toilet paper and the like. Furniture wise, all I had was my twin bed and an outdoor patio set a friend happened to be giving away. That was it.
I did what I could in the weeks leading up to the move, packing my stuff in boxes, getting renter’s insurance and scheduling my Internet installation. The “adult” stuff you don’t really think about until you have to set it up for yourself. After trips to Walmart and and a few other places, I was as ready as I could be.
Saturday, September 18th I moved in. With the help of a Home Depot van, my dad and friend, it only took two trips up the elevator.
That first day was weird. I remember thinking I should go home soon, only to realize I already was home. As days went on, the place became more familiar to me. It was a pretty empty box for a while but it slowly began to fill up with furniture purchases from IKEA and the Brick.




Now, It’s been almost three months since move-in day. When I made my final decision to move out on my own, I truly thought it would take a year to get everything in order. I’ll continue to collect bits and pieces in time but I’m quite proud of how it’s turned out in only a few short months. I may spend more now on rent and food but the freedom and extra space has been worth every penny.
