It was a suffocating experience.

Hello, everyone.

I welcome you to my blog. Trust me when I say no one wants to experience anything that tampers with their comfort; the peace that comes with comfort is not to be messed with, but sometimes we are forced out of our comfort zones to experience real life or have a life experience. The definition of a comfort zone varies from one individual to another, but it all boils down to feeling safe in a particular area or environment. Your comfort zone can be anything; it can be with a person; all that matters is the feeling that comes with it.

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Sometimes we wish it was possible to always stay within our comfort zones, but life won't permit that. In your comfort zone, you are less productive as you have everything at your disposal. I was a boarding school student until my dad was posted to a new service location, and I became a day student, going to school from home and having everything at my disposal. I lived with my parents all my life since my dad does not support going to live with a relative because of stories and things he has seen for himself. He and mom had to work themselves out to make sure we have everything; we did not have to do anything to get what we needed.

At home with them, I had that feeling of protection, peace, and all that comes with one's comfort zone, and sometimes I wish I never had to leave home. Time flies, and it was time to leave home. In pursuit of admission into college, the first time I am leaving home again in so many years, and I thought I would not be able to pull it off, but I managed to. After writing my post-UTME exams, I asked my dad to let me live with an uncle who has been on my neck to come spend time with them (him and his family). My dad allowed me to, and it was a suffocating experience.

At home I could eat four times in a day and wait for my mom to shout on top of her voice before I agreed to do house chores, but here I could go a whole day without eating a single thing and still do all the chores in the house. My uncle was never around, which gave his wife the room to be strategically wicked, and all of my dad's fears were exactly what I was facing in a place where I knew just my uncle's family, no one to ask for help, and nowhere to run to, and there was nothing i could do since I was not even earning a penny of my own. I just had to face it and deal with it.

The phone I was using then got bad a few days after I arrived at their house; more like fate just wanted me to experience life outside my comfort zone; there was no way to reach home and tell them about my ordeal, so I had to face it. It was indeed a suffocating experience, but it helped shape me. I loved to be alone, but I had to learn how to make friends so I could use their phone to reach home.

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1. You are less productive in your comfort zone. At home, my parents attended to all my needs, but in my uncle's house, it is either I do it myself or they are left unattended to.

2. The importance of networking.