We feel like our life is stuck in a never ending rut of my student loan repayment and unemployment. We are desperate to move into our own place but it never seems possible. Has anyone else ever been stuck like this? How did you find a way out, even a place to start?
This is Offbeat Home's archive of living with parents posts.
My husband, my two kids, and I are getting ready to move back into my childhood home. We're so excited to get into a larger, safer (better hood), cheaper living situation, but there are some worries on moving back in with my mom… mostly for my husband.Have any of you guys had to making the "moving in with the in-laws" change?
This past June, I graduated from college and came back home from being out of state for four years. My same-age friends have either moved elsewhere, gotten married and blown me off, or live in different places, so I am constantly spending time by myself or trying to fit into age groups that I can't fit into. How do I cope or make friends in that awkward, post-college, pre-long-term-plans phase?
My mother and I are contemplating buying a house together and establishing a multi-generational home.
In the past few years, with the economy tanking and all, the "boomerang generation" has really made a name for itself. You go to school, leave home, and then… you come back. The thing is, as much as I loved free rent, I hated the logistics of trying to have sex.
I recently moved back in with my parents. This is because I made the decision to stop working full-time, go back to university, and make an attempt to "concentrate on my writing" (as obnoxious as that sounds). I have lived out of home for over four years – the entirety of my adult life! – and as you can probably imagine, quite a bit has changed at my childhood home in that time.
I've learned a few things from my time back at home — pull up a chair and let me tell you why you should think twice before demanding a juice box, or bringing a one night stand home to your parents' house.
…You see, I'm 25, and I am financially and habitationally dependent upon my parents. I am not only living once again in my parents' house; I am living in my sister's (former) bedroom.
When I moved back into this house, my sister's bedroom was hers, and my bedroom was nonexistent. The room I needed to live in had decorated walls and shelves, furniture, clothes in the closet…I felt like it wasn't my home, like it was temporary. And that worked for me until I began to realize how detached it feels to be living in someone else's space and calling it your own…
…We looked at smaller houses, all of which had something seriously wrong with them. Then, our realtor said, "Ashley, you're going to have to be the one to pick this house. You're the woman, and women are the ones that play house." Direct quote. I snapped, and we decided not only to fire our realtor, but to quit looking all together.