The dust is starting to settle on my television since I moved into my home two months ago and I have discovered that independence equals an upward learning curve.
I once read that it is not a mistake unless you've learnt something from it and those who have never made a mistake, have never made a discovery.
From my many mistakes, I know now, never to iron a polyester dress with an extremely hot press, the importance of hanging the Chux after washing the dishes and smelly garbage belongs in the bin outside.
I have learned to never boil fish even if it's a faster alternative, that sometimes it's just easier to vacuum carrying it around [well mine anyway] and spending an extra dollar actually saves you more money in the long-run when it comes to household products.
I discovered that buying meat from a butcher on the day you'll use it, will save you thawing time and to never put oil into a hot pan... it will go up in flames, trust me.
But I have to admit, I was frustrated when I recently rushed home after work to prepare dinner for some friends of mine only to find that the house smelt like I had farm animals living inside.
So that was probably big mistake number 100; do not leave left over cheese fondue in the garbage... its smells terrible.
Also, I could have saved myself weeding time if I had listened to my dad, who told me to put that thick black plastic down before we planted the gardens. If you don't weeds grow in a couple of weeks.
Moving out does have its challenges but the life skills and lessons you learn is the most valuable.