Road to independence: First time doing laundry on my own

Now that the move to Denmark is getting closer, my memories of my first experience there, are getting more vivid.

I was 20ย  when I stepped into the train for my first long, independent journey.
Even my dad teared up when I hugged my parents goodbye.
But I bravely ensured them everything was going to be fine.
The truth was, I absolutely had no clue of how to take care of myself.

I always lived in the comfort of my parents’ love and good care.
When my bike had to be fixed or I needed help with my home work, Captain Dad was there.
When I was hungry or needed freshly washed clothes, mum had already prepared it.
Still I complained, can you imagine ? ๐Ÿ˜‰

I came to live in a sort of hostel where I did have my own room and bath room, but the kitchen was shared.
Sort of like a student dorm, but with adults and a cleaning lady.
For the first two weeks I hid in my room, lived of bread and cheese and washed my clothes the old fashion way with regular soap and boiled water.

Then on one fine Saturday, I decided to be brave: I was going to do the laundry.
I stared at the laundry machine for 5 minutes.
Then called my mum and got her voicemail.
Then I started crying.
I saw someone outside and out of desperation I asked him if he could help me.
He started grinning.
“Well, first you need detergent. You can come with me to the store, I need some groceries anyhow”,ย he winked.
I felt like the biggest loser on earth, but it seemed like this could lead to something positive. I mean, he was good looking.

As we started talking more, he asked me if I had any plans tonight.
“Probably solve some Sudoku puzzlesย “,ย I said. SERIOUSLY?!
He laughed again.
He told me about a Jazz music event in another city and I guess he asked me out.

I panicked.
I only had one date before, 2 years ago, and that was a huge disaster!
Something with a guy from school taking me out bowling and trying to kiss me afterwards. I pushed him away and he started crying.
You could say, the next day was very awkward.

But anyhow, I took the chance and said “yes” to the Jazz event.
“Perfect!”,ย he said,ย “Shall we meet at 6:30? I can make us some dinner”.

2 hours later I knocked on his door, feeling very nervous.
This time he was too. And all dressed up!

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We said down around his kitchen table where he presented the dish he prepared: noodles with ketchup
Turned out, it was also his first time being independent ๐Ÿ˜‰

Later that evening, we found out we had more things in common.
We shared our birth date, he was just one year older.
He told me he was from Germany, in the same city I used to live before.
We both became shy as we were sipping our coke.

Later that night, at 10, we arrived home.
He then told that he was going back for a couple of months to Germany, because school started again.
He was in Denmark for a short internship, but he would probably be back after school.

In that time there were no smart phones.
Skype never worked.
Texting was too expensive.

That was my first real heart break ๐Ÿ˜‰

But hey, we did shake hands and saidย “It was nice to meet you”.

I am crying while laughing writing this ๐Ÿ˜‰

How did your first real date go?

Anyone interested in the first time I decide to cook or the first time I got drunk?
I promise those stories are just as innocent as this one ๐Ÿ˜‰

26 thoughts on “Road to independence: First time doing laundry on my own

  1. Aww. Memories. I love this story, Andrea. Thank you so much for sharing. I can relate to the fact that you’ve been pampered by your parents that even doing the laundry is a difficult thing to do. That gave me a laugh. Ha ha.

  2. I thought this was a post about you meeting Jasper. It was THE perfect story.
    I could not help but laugh at you a little regarding the washing machine.You just push a button or two and it’s done. At least nowadays. I had a washing machine in the past that required you to set the temperature manually (40, 60, etc degrees) (unlike now warm, cold).
    And the pasta with ketchup cracked me up, too.
    And so did the fact that the boy cried when you pushed he away after he tried to kiss you.
    My first date was nice. We hung out a while and then went for hot chocolate and dessert.

  3. Thank you! I am glad you enjoyed.
    I think everyone experienced something like when they first become independent. It was funny to think back about it! ๐Ÿ™‚

  4. Ah no, unfortunately not. I wish I knew him longer!
    The washing machine seemed so complicated and there were many buttons! At first I pushed the 90 degrees button for my regular clothes! The horror!

    The bowling incident was a disaster. The whole class knew about our โ€œdateโ€ and I was the only girl in class!!

    Hot chocolate and dessert sounds gooood!

  5. My first date was really lame. We went out for dinner, which was fine, but then he wanted to go to an arcade, where he proceeded to ignore me and do his own thing playing games. Needless to say, there was no second date.

  6. This is such a cute story! Would love to hear more!

    Had a very similar experience and didnโ€™t know how to do laundry as well!:) I was 19 when I got on a plane for the first time and by myself on a 22 hour flight! Lol!

    Your post made me nostalgic, it was really cute!:)

  7. Aww thanks!
    I always like a trip down to memory lane ๐Ÿ™‚
    I think we all know the first time we did laundry on our own!

    If you ever have a story like that, I hope you will share it ๐Ÿ™‚

  8. I loved this post – it brought back some truly awful memories! I left Home at 19 and couldnโ€™t boil water; i lived on sausages, fried eggs and oven chips as those pushed my culinary skills to the limit. As a result I gained 2 stone in 9 months ๐Ÿ˜ณ the first time I cooked for a boyfriend I confused garlic cloves and bulbs – that made for a truly memorable meal ๐Ÿ˜‡ xxx

  9. Seems like we had similar struggles ๐Ÿ˜‰ I actually lost weight when left mamaโ€™s kitchen though. But now that I learned to cook, itโ€™s all back on ๐Ÿ˜‰

    Thanks for sharing your story!

  10. Yes more stories! The guy I went on my first date with ended up marrying one of my best friends. so I’m glad it didn’t work out for him and me. We had Chinese food and went bowling. It was fun, he held my hand in the car on the way home.

  11. Hahah aw this is so cute! Gone are the days when people met like this! I am laughing about the boy who tried to kiss you and cried when you pushed him away! ๐Ÿ˜‚ I’d love to read about the first time you got drunk and the first time you cooked!

  12. I know right! Now everything is via Tinder or whatever dating app. Nothing spontaneous like this anymore!
    Ugh, the bowling incident. He actually did bowling as a sport and I sucked at it.
    Maybe a hint for all the men out there: let the girl win, or at least not lose so hard ๐Ÿ˜‰

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