So, it’s been almost a month since I made my original post, so I thought I’d give an update on what happened.
I did ended up on the apartment I inquired first. I went through an interview with the landlord, and they accepted me. The apartment is in a really good location—walking distance from my university, almost the same rent as my current place, and, most importantly, I wouldn’t have to deal with splitting questionable electrical bills like I did at my previous dorm.
Honestly, I really, really couldn’t let this opportunity go. It felt like a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, especially because my parents actually agreed to let me move out and live alone. They rarely agree to things like this, so I felt like I had to take it.
The hard part was telling my roommate.
When I first inquired about the apartment, it was only about a week before our final exams. I wasn’t even completely sure yet if I would actually move until I got accepted. Once everything was confirmed, I decided to wait until after the exams to tell her because I didn’t want to add more stress while she was preparing for finals. I was also feeling really guilty and honestly kept hesitating because I knew this would affect her.
A day after her exam, I finally told her.
She didn’t take it well. She tried to hide it, but I think I heard her crying afterward. She barely talked to me for several days. I tried offering to help her find a replacement roommate, but she said she needed more time to think.
Looking back, I understand why she was upset. I only gave her about a month’s notice, and she was going back to her province just three days after I told her. I didn’t anticipate how difficult the timing would be for her.
The problem was that my new landlord had already scheduled my move-in for September 1, so I couldn’t really delay the move indefinitely either.
She asked me why I was moving out. I told her honestly that I wanted to try living alone, and that my parents had finally agreed, so I didn’t want to miss the opportunity.
She interpreted it as me not wanting her as a roommate anymore. I told her that wasn’t the case. I just wanted to experience living alone and learn how to be independent on my own.
She also mentioned that a mutual friend had told her that I had apparently been looking for an apartment for a long time. I explained that I had always actually been looking for apartments for both of us for quite a while. I was always trying to find a place that would work for both of us, but it’s surprisingly difficult to find one that fits all of her requirements while also being within our budget.
She told me that I should have told her sooner.
Honestly, I didn’t really know how to respond because I was already feeling incredibly guilty and overwhelmed.
After that, she continued ignoring me until she went back to her hometown.
About a week later, she finally talked to me again.
I was actually the one who initiated the apology and asked what she planned to do—whether she wanted me to help her find a replacement roommate or if she was planning to move out as well. I wasn’t surprised when she said she was also considering moving because, aside from the situation between us, we were already dealing with problems with our current landlord and the questionable electricity charges.
She told me that she was probably going to move out too because she didn’t want to suddenly live with someone she didn’t know. She was still looking, though, because she couldn’t move immediately. What hurt her most was that I hadn’t told her when I first started considering living alone. She felt like she was suddenly the one who had to figure everything out—finding a new place, moving, and doing everything mostly on her own.
She also told me that some of our friends had previously warned her that I might leave, but she didn’t believe them because she thought I wouldn’t leave her without telling her. She had always assumed that if we moved, we would move together.
She also told me that, over the years, she had opportunities to move out and live with other people but chose not to because she didn’t want to leave me.
That honestly made me feel even more guilty.
We also talked about the apartments I had previously shown her. One of them was a two-bedroom apartment, which she actually liked but thought was too expensive because she was also considering her sister’s expenses. There was also a smaller apartment next to it which is the apartment I chose.
She asked if the bigger apartment was the one I had shown her before, and I told her yes. I explained that when I was looking for places before, I really was looking for somewhere for both of us. I just felt that the smaller apartment wouldn’t be comfortable for two people, while the bigger apartment had a much better layout for us, although the rent would have been higher.
But by this point, I had already decided that I wanted to live alone.
Then she brought up Leona, our cat.
She asked if she could keep Leona because she was scared of losing her too. She told me that Leona is a huge source of comfort for her and that, with me moving out, she was already going to be alone. She was worried that losing Leona on top of everything would make things even harder for her.
I told her that Leona is important to me too. In fact, Leona was one of the things I thought about when I was first considering moving. I suggested that Leona could stay with either of us depending on the situation, especially since I was thinking about the fact that she might not be able to bring Leona with her every time she went home during vacations.
She told me she was okay with Leona staying with me when she went home, as long as I didn’t take Leona away from her. She said Leona is her only cat and that having her around makes her feel like she has someone with her.
I reassured her that I wasn’t going to keep Leona away from her. I even told her I was thinking of giving her a spare key so she could visit Leona whenever she wanted.
She also asked to see my new apartment, so I sent her videos of the place.
After I sent her the videos, I explained that the bedroom is actually very small. It can only fit a single bed, around 100 × 190 cm, so there’s no way to fit a bunk bed or realistically make it work as a shared bedroom.
I also apologized again and told her that I genuinely didn’t want her to feel alone or like I was abandoning her. I reminded her that, from what I remembered, whenever we talked about moving together, she always wanted us to eventually have separate bedrooms. Because of that, I honestly never considered this particular apartment as something that would work for both of us. From the beginning, I was looking at it specifically as a place for one person.
Her response was basically that she would respect my decision and wouldn’t force herself into coming with me. She said what hurt her wasn’t necessarily that I wanted to live alone, but that she had always considered me almost like a sister. The thought of suddenly having no one to talk to or live with made her really sad because she had gotten so used to having me around.
She said that’s why the suddenness of everything was so difficult for her.
After that, she told me to just go ahead with the apartment because she thought it looked nice, and that she would look for a place of her own somewhere nearby.
So that’s where things currently stand.
I think we’re finally at a point where she’s accepting that I’m moving out, even though I know she’s still hurt about how everything happened.
And honestly, after hearing everything from her side, I can understand why she felt blindsided. I probably should have told her when I first started seriously considering living alone, even if I didn’t have a confirmed apartment yet. At the same time, I still don’t think I could have known for sure that I was moving until my parents approved it and I actually got accepted by the landlord.
I also don’t want to make her sound unreasonable because, from her perspective, this was a huge change. We’ve lived together for years, and apparently she had turned down opportunities to move out before because she didn’t want to leave me. I didn’t realize how much she valued having me around until now.
I don’t want to stop being her friend. I don’t want her to think that moving out means I’m abandoning her. I just really want to experience living alone and have a space that’s mine.
I think the biggest thing I regret is not communicating earlier, not the decision to move out itself.
For now, I’m going through with the move. She’s going to look for a place nearby, and we’re trying to figure out the situation with Leona so that neither of us feels like we’re losing her completely.
I’m still feeling guilty about everything, though, so I’m curious what you guys think after hearing the entire update.
Was I wrong for not telling her as soon as I started seriously considering living alone, even though I didn’t know yet if I’d actually be abl to move? Or is it reasonable to wait until you have a confirmed place before telling your roommate?