With colleges getting out, we know more than a few of you will be making the move back home with your parents for the summer (…or the foreseeable future). Here are a few tips from Melissa of http://melissamelicious.blogspot.com.au
Curfew. Nagging. Rules. Chores.
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.
My little sister grew up, our family pets aged, and my bedroom became a storage facility for the entire house — filled predominantly with camping equipment, space blankets, and long-life milk. It was like walking into a Kathmandu. But what changed most of all were my family’s routines and habits — implicit family “rules” that you only know if you live there.
Aside from, you know, one or two screaming matches with my sister, where we have reverted to our ages the last time I lived at home (16 and 18 years old), the move back into my parents’ house has been relatively painless… so I thought I’d share some tips for anyone confronting the same move.
Keep calm, and carry on…
Take a deep breath. It isn’t going to be that bad.
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Yes, you will have to let your parents know where you are going when you leave the house. Yes, you will have to subscribe to a higher standard of cleanliness than you did in your share house with unruly 20-somethings. Yes, you will have to participate in your family’s weekly boules match, designed as a “bonding experience.”
But there are many positives that come with living at home as well. Whenever you feel like you’re about to tear out your own hair / your mother’s hair / your father’s limited coverage of hair, just remind yourself of the upsides. Of course the specifics of each person’s “moving in with your parents” situation will be different, but here are a few common upsides:
- Reduced or free rent. You will be able to save so much more for that overseas trip / Sofia Coppola handbag / your own place
- Free or cheaper utilities like internet / phone connection / pay television / laundry / etc.
- Okay, I think the general point is: living at home is a lot cheaper than living out of home, yes?
- Home cooked meals. If you are an average university student, you probably got by for three years subsisting entirely on Mi Goreng/Top Ramen, baked beans, and peanut butter eaten straight out of the jar. No longer is my diet so limited! At home I can enjoy a selection of omelettes, frittatas, gourmet soups, stir fries, etc. — all things that I usually wouldn’t have the time or the inclination to cook for myself.
- Hanging out with your family as an adult. I’m not even kidding. Once you are old enough to relate to your parents as people, rather than just those old fogies who get in your way and won’t let your boyfriend stay over, you will be surprised at how much more enriching your relationship with them can be.
- It’s (maybe?) for a limited time only.
Making an effort…
However, despite these numerous positives, it’s also a good idea not to take all these things for granted — because that will make the arrangement a lot more negative, trust me. Make sure that you’re making an effort, so your parents know that you’re grateful for being able to live with them.
- Willingly talk to your parents about your life. What you did during the day, what your plans are for the week, or that interesting documentary you watched about carnival folk the night before. Your parents will appreciate being included, and if they already have some idea about your plans, they won’t be so annoyed when you merrily skip out of the house on a Friday night for a house party.
- Help out with the cooking. Okay, we have already mentioned that your (my) cooking skills might not be much past boiling water for instant noodles, but this is the perfect opportunity to refine your (my) culinary aptitude! Plus, your parents will appreciate not having to cook for an extra mouth every night of the week.
- Help out with the chores. What?! You mean that even though you’re no longer renting a place for yourself, you still have to clean?! Actually, yes. Emptying and stacking the dishwasher, or hanging out the washing, will take no time at all — and a stitch in time saves nine. (The “nine stitches” I am referring to are your parents moaning that you aren’t pulling your weight.)
- Tidy your space. You may not care how messy your room / corner of the basement / nook / whatever is, and there’s probably a method to your madness — but messy spaces really bother parents. Keep it relatively clean just so they know that you appreciate the floor space.
- Still, you know, get a job. Maybe you’re struggling to find employment, and that’s why you’re moving back home — but keep making an effort, even it’s just to find a part-time gig. Nobody wants to be that ungrateful 40-year-old still living in their parents’ basement, yelling out for their mother to bring them down a juice box.
- Ask their permission before having your significant other stay over. It’s polite to ask before bringing a stranger into the house anyway, and saves you being caught in a compromising position.
- Don’t bring one-night-stands home, ever. It’s just not worth the awkwardness.
If you’re going completely crazy…
No matter how hard you’re trying — and let’s also remember, how hard your parents are trying — there are bound to be a few road-bumps along the way to a delightful domestic life. But if you need to blow off some steam, then it’s best to get out of the house and talk it out with your friends — as opposed to getting high in your father’s man-cave.
- Get out of the house. Go for a walk, a run, or a bike ride. Not only will walking around the streets from your childhood be a trip down memory-lane (“Oh, yeah, that’s the tree that I fell out of, and broke both of my arms! That’s the community playground where I knocked out my tooth! There’s that little Pomeranian puppy that always barked at my cat — I can’t believe that thing is still alive!”), but you’ll also be getting some exercise which will release endorphins and make you feel happier!
- On one evening, have a glass of wine in your bedroom, chill-out, and watch a movie instead of interacting with your parents. Everyone needs some time alone.
- Make sure you still catch up with your friends, even if they live in a more distant part of the city. Or Skype if they live in a different city entirely! It’ll make you feel more like yourself, and as if you haven’t completely regressed.
- If you have a fight with your parents, try to sort it out. But if that fails, blast mid-’90s angry girl music from your bedroom. Petty? Maybe. But you sure will feel better afterwards.
A final word of advice…
Just communicate! Seriously, ask your parents how they think the arrangement is going, and if there’s anything else you could be doing to smooth the transition. Equally, if your parents are being stubborn about how late you stay out, just sit down and discuss the issue. Explain where you’re coming from, and what you want, in a polite and calm manner — and you’ll probably be able to sort the issue out.
For those of you living with your parents, what’s your ONE most useful tip for peaceful cohabitation with the folks?
My first advice is this: DO PAY RENT. So long as you have an income of some sort, pay some amount of money for your stay there. Even if they offer to let you live there for free, pay rent.
This has two purposes. One, it keeps your parents from resenting you. Even the most loving parent in the world has moments of GOD JUST GET OUT OF MY HOUSE. Even if you buy your own groceries, you’re incurring expenses. If you’re trying to save money for the next big thing, negotiate a price with your parents. Figure out how much you’re costing them and pay as much as you can. Bonus? Budgeting practice.
Two, it gives you leverage and (temporary) ownership of your space. When you want to repaint your room or hang some wicked art, it gives you a leg to stand on in the discussion.
And on that note, don’t be saving up for a Sofia Coppola handbag. Can your mother afford one? If not, it would be incredibly rude to benefit financially from living with her and then come home with something she can’t have.
I’m not here to judge. If saving money for a bigass, expensive purse is your most important life goal, I’m not going to say that’s the wrong life goal. Absolutely regardless of what it is that you’re saving money for, I think you should lay that out to your parents. Your parents may well think it’s entirely selfish of you to want a legitimate house of your own, or a year abroad teaching English in Cambodia. Depending on the woman, your mother may well think that saving money for a purse is absolutely life-essential, and she’ll be happy to contribute to the fund and do your laundry ’til it’s bought.
Be up front about your goals. Let your parents know why you’re moving in (BE HONEST) and how long you initially plan to stay. Set a timeline for when they can push you out of the nest, regardless of your situation. Renegotiate goals.
You’re an adult now. You get to make your own decisions and decide what’s most important to you, but by moving in with another person (let alone your parents,) you’re entering into what amounts to a business partnership. Make sure it’s beneficial for everyone.
Disagree strongly. I’ve gotten a lot of shaming from other people about the decisions I’m making in building my intentional community with my parents right now where we all pitch in to take care of each other and our major health problems, and it comes down to this: my parents are rich and I make $10,000 a year as a college professor after 12 years of post-graduate education. Sure, it sucks to be judged by other people for having a PhD but living with my parents, but the reality of my day-to-day life is amazing and there’s no reason for me to pay rent when I’m “earning my keep” in other ways, and I cannot afford student loan repayment and rent just to be able to say I’m paying rent. I don’t need to pay my parents rent to know how to make a budget. I also think it’s a lot different to move in with parents after a decade or more away when I’m in my 30s than a 20-something kid moving in with folks. So MMV.
Thank you! Every situation is different and there are way more ways to “earn one’s keep” so to speak than simply paying rent. Also, not all parents (or other family/friends/landlords) resent letting their kid(s) live rent free. I think the important thing, as Melissa said in her closing, is to communicate! If there’s any doubt that you may not be doing enough to keep your “landlord” happy speak it and offer to do more. A lot of it is common sense (clean up after yourself, don’t hog any communal space, do what you are told to do in a timely manner) so just be polite, respectful, and attentive and you should be fine.
Great suggestions. I’d also suggest doing what you can to to update your bedroom if it’s the same one you lived in as a kid. Repaint, get new bedding, swap out some furniture, change the posters, or whatever else works for you and your parents. My sister and I both bounced in and out of our parents’ home as adults. Updating our bedrooms helped us feel more like grown-ups despite living in our childhood bedrooms.
I’ve lived with my parents and sister for the last 10 years, and I will tell you right now that the safety net I have with them is amazing–I couldn’t have gotten through the last decade (major depressive episode and its aftermath, going back to school, family health issues, broken engagement) without that.
Because the other suggestions I have were already covered (pay rent/buy groceries/do chores/help) my one biggest word of advice is LOVE. Remember that you love these people you’ve chosen to live with for whatever reason. When things get crazy (and they do) remembering how you feel about your family can save your sanity. It’s not easy living with three adults you’re related to, but it becomes much easier when you can truly love them, and express it to them. One of the hymns we sing in church has some lines that seem trite but are actually pretty profound: “There is beauty all around when there’s love at home; there is joy in every sound when there’s love at home.” Sometimes I have to repeat the words to myself when I get home late and someone’s forgotten to turn the porch light on for me, or when the counter is a mess, or when someone is in “my” bathroom… 😉
Both of my brothers live at home and they pay a small amount of rent, their phone bills (in addition to student loans), they do chores (chore board!), and they follow my mom’s house rules regarding guests, etc…
I lived at home until I was 23 I think. I got married and I still couldn’t find work, so my husband and I lived in the basement for almost a year. There were times when it really sucked for everyone, and I was too stupid to think of rules like these.
For some people this is okay, but for others it is not. I graduated college at 23 before I moved back home just before my 24th birthday… and out a bit after my 26th.
My parents co-signed my loans which are more a month than local rent. This means I had to live at home with a nice job.
It didn’t work for us. I am up at 5:30 and in bed by 9:30 or 10. My parents like to have dinner at 8-8:30. I am home at 6:30. This is not good timing. There is only one kitchen. I could not make food in their way or make food that they have to re-heat to eat on their time. This led to my eating out more and their complaining about it.
That was the smallest of problems. Please don’t say ‘well you could have done this’ as I mentioned- this was the smallest problem. There is only so much ‘you could have done this’ before you are not living your life anymore and spending every moment compromising to make others happy.
I am now out as I put my loan payments on hold- much to their unhappiness- but I could not take it anymore.
My bedroom was 9′ x 9.5′ with a closet that was 2′ x 3′ and had half of the bottom taken up with a vent. One corner of the room also had a utilities part as well as the fuse box. One wall could not have hooks in it and I was not allowed to put ‘holes in the wall’.
When I was living with my parents (and siblings, and boarders, and international students) after college, I was thinking a lot about what it means to intenionally live “in community” in various forms, and was really excited to learn more about this. Then I was convicted that I had the perfect opportunity right in front of me, which frankly, made me groan. It wasn’t my community of choice, I didn’t particularly like or get along with every person, but it was a huge growth experience. Viewing my housemates as our “community” helped me reframe the way I interacted with them, listened to them, and learned from them. Was that pretty or fun every day? Hell no! But there can be a lot of value in giving of ourselves to our communities, whatever they look like.
Looking at your living situation as “all adults creating an intentional community” versus “children living with their parents” really changes your perspective, for sure!
I suddenly had to go back to barber school (stupid cross-country license issues) shortly after getting engaged. This was right around the time we found toxic mold in the place we were living, and the lease was up anyway, so…multi-generational living!
We’re not paying rent, as we are saving up to buy a house around the end of the year, but we all split household groceries 50/50 (and my dude and I are reeeeally good cooks).
In lieu of rent, we have undertaken some projects around the old parental homestead. We are completely relandscaping their house (to give them the retirement garden of their dreams), all by hand, no contractors. HUGE job. And repainting the whole house, and ripping out the old carpet and refinishing the floors. And there’s even more projects happening soon… My man and I are like a two-person extreme home makeover crew. And my OCD dude went to town on kitchen reorganization, because my mother’s system of freezer bag storage is just insane.
This way, fiancee and I are getting in fantastic shape, giving my parents a gorgeous house that they would likely never get around to giving themselves (raised property value much?), and we’re getting in plenty of practice for the fix-up fun we’re going to have when we buy our own home. We’re paying rent in blood, sweat and tears. Literally, this is hard freaking work.
My dude also has a 4-year-old daughter that we get for half the week every week, and my mom is so happy that she has stopped bugging me for a grandbaby for the time being. She has already told us that when we move out, the cats go with us, but the kid stays.
It’s trying at times, but we all seem to appreciate each other pretty well. Working so far!
I hope you’re capturing some of these projects to share with us!
Of course Ariel! Here’s the Retirement Garden Project for starters…http://www.leavemetomyprojects.com/topics/grow/garden/the-retirement-garden-project/ And there’s a guest post coming up right here on Offbeat Home about saving and budgeting as well!
I decided to go to grad school and live about 4-5 months out of t year with the folks… and we’re a group of difficult people to start. My best tip for keeping the peace (besides cleaning, communication, ect) is to do random but regularly planned niceties and favors for the folks. Like cleaning out the cluttered basement on a weekend , getting dad’s prescriptions, and making lunches. Those little kindnesses go a long way when you do piss them off or when they annoy you. Nothing says “I’m sorry” better than a surprise pot of spaghetti or finding your lunch already in the fridge when you’re rushing off to verk.
Has anyone seen that movie “Grandma’s Boy”. The main character’s co-worker lives at home and refers to his parents as roommates! Hilarious movie, cult hit and almost complexity inappropriate in every way! Please do update your space and do not continue to sleep in your car bed as the character does in the movie.
Yes! My favorite part was when one guy kept saying “My roommates” over and over until one guy said “Dude, you live with your parents”. XD I suppose you could refer to them like that…
I’m actually curious if anyone has specific advice for moving in to a parent’s house with your significant other. I know A Practical Wedding has an article or two about it and we are getting to a point where moving in with family is our only option but I’m hesitant to move that direction since I think the SO/parental clashes might be harder to deal with than trying to get parents to see a child as an adult even though they are “at home”.
We gotcha covered: http://offbeathome.com/2011/04/married-living-with-parents
It didn’t work for me. I moved back home at 24 when my marriage broke down and I had a really bad episode of depression. In the time since I had moved out my mum had also moved out. I figured laid back dad would be easier than high maintainance mum (who didn’t have room anyway). In the year without him, dad had not hoovered or cleaned the bathroom. As I was unemployed I became the new housewife to an extreme- it quickly gave me an appreciation of why my mum left the abusive arsehole! Now I’ve moved out, we are trying to rebuild or relationship. It will tale time, I’m quite bitter that the boomerang option is closed to me now.
Speaking as an older parent who’s had adult kids move in and out, I like your suggestions. Those are the ones we mostly insisted on. My kids are fairly polite, well-mannered children. Not so much some of their friends! One son had drug problems (minor,at least) but some of his friends were major abusers and drunks. I really got tired of hiding my purse at night and losing some small things like electrical items or tools. I don’t mind people using things as long as they were returned! We finally got in the habit of running off the worst of them in a loud and public manner. All of our children’s friends eventually learned to be polite and respectful (publicly, anyway) if they wanted to stay, use the facilities, or be fed! Feeding people is something we’ve always believed in because we would have gone hungry many times without people feeding us. I’ve always loved having my kids around, I like them as people even if they are my kids. If they need to stay a while I can handle it, and try not to be too nosey about their lives. Someday they may have to take care of me!
I’m in the completely reverse situation. My brother and I went to the same college together, so we decided to be roommates the last year he was in school. Now, we’re both graduated, and his girlfriend just moved in with us. The same week she decided to move in, we also found out my mother was going to have to move in with us due to some unforeseen financial and career struggles.
I think our biggest struggle will come from my mom having a hard time accepting help from her two youngest kids in their early 20s.
This may be very long, but I am incredibly passionate about this issue. In my family, we DO NOT move home. We simply don’t have the option. We all get along great, but when we lived together we didn’t. Two weeks MAX and then you go on your merry way. I am ok with that.
However, my best friend is closer to 30 than 25 and has lived on her own for only two years of her adult life. She is back home because she is irresponsible and basically refuses to grow up. Her parents are kind of sick of it. Watching her over the last ten years has given me a LOT of insight and seeing a lot of the ugliness. I have my own mental rules and maybe they bear repeating.
1. If you are at home because you screwed up. FIX IT. Make steps to fix it. Show your parents that you are fixing it. Don’t keep making the same mistakes (getting into exorbitant amounts of consumer debt, slacking off at work, rage-quitting your job when half your next paycheck is spent) when you are on their dime. If you moved back home because of desperate situations that were beyond your control, you can still make progress on how you can try to fix it, but I think you get at least a few weeks of pity party and a few weeks of numbness before you have to regroup.
2. Stop complaining about them. “My parents are trying to control my life”, “My parents don’t understand that I’m an adult”. I’m sorry, your parents are your parents, they were sort of engineered to control your life and it’s hard to get used to not doing it. It’s also hard if you are flat out screwing up not to try to snap you out of it. The more you act like a kid, the more they will treat you like one. Also, if the solution to whatever problem you are talking about is “Move the fuck out already”, then you should talk to a kind friend (not me, I am sick of it).
3. For the love of God. GO HOME! If your parents were the type that never quite got all the way to sleep before you got home (hint: if you had an early curfew, this may be a contributing factor), they still don’t! It’s really unfair to pull the “But I’m and aduuuuuuuuuuuuuuult” card and stay out partying all hours of the night while they are worried you are dead in a ditch.
4. Feel like a welcome/extended guest in your parent’s home. Like you are a boarder in someone else’s house. Be polite, change the toilet paper, don’t fight with them, do your fair share (which is more than you think!) and work hard at doing all of those things. Obviously if your situation isn’t temporary, then this doesn’t apply.
Basically, I have seen this friend and a huge number of other people move back home and then revert back to 14 year old status. People want to demand their parents to respect their “adult” status when said people are not exhibiting any of the markers of classic adulthood (being respectful of other people, cleaning up after yourself, working hard at something).
Maybe I am a bad friend, but I am known to say things like “Move out”, “Put on your big-girl panties”, “Grow-up” and “Well if you would work a job that was beneath you and live in a “shit hole” like mine, you wouldn’t have to deal with _____________.”
(also I try not to compare this person to me, but it was once said “I’m not like you, I can’t work at a job that’s beneath me and live in a shit hole. I mean, I have my cats to worry about”.)
So, take my advice for what it’s worth. I am a tough love kind of person, and these things may not apply to you.
I just want to thank you so much for posting this! I’m 25 now and have been living with friends for the last 2 years or so, and with my lease running out next month and my Masters course at art college not finishing until September, I’ve made the decision that it’d be best for me to move back in with my parents for the last few months rather than being further stressed out by being unable to afford rent and having to ask for help. (I do not have the time to work right now – I’m taking on bits of freelance illustration occasionally, but a 12 hour day with coursework is fairly typical.) I’m lucky in that I get on very well with my parents, and they love my boyfriend (who I’m hoping to find a place with once I’ve graduated and have found work), so there’s no problems there … all of these tips will be getting put to good use though, especially pulling my weight and asking permission to have guests over. My parents are fantastic in that they have paid off their mortgage in full, meaning rent isn’t really an issue – any time I have offered to pay towards my staying there while working in the past they’ve forcibly refused and asked for me to do them a painting or sculpture instead. Niceties always go far!
The part I’m most worried about when moving back is the fact that my younger brother, who is currently 18, still lives at home while at university, and I’m not sure how that’s going to work out as we never used to get on when I lived there. We get on a lot better now, but I don’t know if that’s due to use both having matured a bit or just not being around each other enough recently for any nerves to be frayed. Hopefully the former!!
Both my brother and I live at home right now- he is 24 and has been living here is whole life, bar 18 months when he moved out for university, failed his first year, and moved back. I am 22 and in full time education. My mum calls me her little boomerang because I’ve moved back home 4 times since I was 18 and first moved out.
It can be difficult moving back into someone else’s routine and way of doing things. When you live with other people you pick up new habits- watching a different news channel or cleaning a different (in your opinion “better”) way. It’s frustrating to get home and see your parents finish cooking and not rinsing their pots immediately so they’re easier to wash later. Or being told off because your mother isn’t used to noises at 1am when you finish your school work and go and wash your face before bed.
I think the hardest bit for me is living with my brother though. We both have very strong personalities and it can feel like an over-dramatic anime slinging match at times.
My partner and I moved in with his parents earlier this year, but it’s not for our own benefit. They both have chronic conditions that are terminal or are currently-terminal because it’s not being treated properly (cancer and diabetes respectively). They just couldn’t keep up with the demands of home ownership anymore, but refuse to move.
Rent is supposed to be “whatever we want to contribute” and his dad keeps us apprised of the increase in bills from moving in–since two have gone DOWN, we’re looking at an increase of about $30 a month! But we’re splitting the groceries about half for the things we share, contributing some cash and a LOT of labor toward household maintenance issues, and my partner has lost about $1000/month in income from having to give up his job and struggling to get fully employed in our new location. So as far as we’re concerned, we’re contributing plenty.
STILL I think it was important to communicate that the reason we’re not sending Pops a check for our share of utilities is because of all that . It’s not JUST that we’re broke, but because the income has dropped so dramatically that it’s like we’re paying twice as much rent as we used to.
The hardest and most important part has been being conscious and mindful of the fact that THIS SUCKS FOR EVERYONE. We are doing our best not to shame them for the state of their household, but sometimes it’s just a side-effect of being there: we’re a daily reminder that they are infirm and not as young as they used to be. We try to come at a lot of projects as “just making it a 4-person house instead of a 2-person house” instead of “OMG how did you live this way??” Like the garage that was being used for storage, but will now be our rec room–we get some private entertaining space, so we can have friends over without bugging the ‘Rents, and so we have some space to “get away” without being holed into our tiny bedroom or having to go to the bar (or whatever else we do for fun, just that the bar is within walking distance) and not be immediately available for emergencies or water pitcher refills.
Thanks for posting this. Maybe misery loves company, but it is comforting to know that everyone struggles with this, regardless of the circumstances that caused the moving-in. And more comforting to have hope that it’s possible to make it work.
If anyone’s parents are anything like mine, they are OLD SCHOOL. meaning they are firm belivers in decently and respect; Clean up behind yourself, dont go to bed with the kitchen dirty, dont leave the house dirty when you leave for the day, 12midnight starts a new day, Clean this, clean that, do this, do that, where are you going now?, lol. after high school I went off to college for 2 years, played around, and still made [DeCent] grades, (if you know what i mean) then moved bak in.. {HUGE MISTAKE} But i called and asked if i could move bak in. they were “happy”, at least my mom was.. their only rule was STAY IN SCHOOL ?and/or WORK. well that following fall semester, I MOVED OUT (inwhich i only stayed in the house for about 7 months) cause i FELT i was mature enough to live on my own, (and i was by the way) Stayed out 3 whole years, in and out of school, Jobs here and there then BOOM! here comes baby (3 years after being on my own) and on top of all that, 2 weeks after baby was born, found out my Maternity letter “was lost” and never made it to human resources. So 1 month after baby was born i was forced to move back in with my parents {with a baby}cause hubbywas laid off around the same time after being at his job for 2 years, and he didnt want to move back in with his mom, (I didnt blame him) and of course he COULDNT STAY WITH US, >y? Cause, we’re not married. (which is understandable.) so he moved in with a friend of his.
Moving bak in [with a baby] is just like TWO ppl moving in your house! i LOVE my parents and they love their G-baby BUT i just cant live with them… although my mom taught me every aspect of being a woman, its just the small things she do seems like she doesnt do them right, like cleaning, lol. and then they SPOIL my baby so, that its hard for me to be HIS MOTHER. But bak in school full time with a clean mind about REAL LIFE, im ready to face my challengs which what i thought were just rocks in the road the 1st time.
So, 3years, 2 much debt(car note and other unnecessary purchases), and 1 baby later, i think im ready, cause i DONT want to have to move bak in with the parents! i think i liked it better when i visited! lol.
Now that my head and mt Future Hubby’s head is on straight, I’m (we>baby and me) are moving back out in our own place. Where I can be mom and Dad can be dad without GrandParents telling us how to live our lives…lol
Parents, Cant live with them, Cant live without them!
Love this article. Just about to move in to the home house again and this article will definitely help! 🙂
You shouldn’t regard moving back to your parents’ as something negative. Instead, you should take it from a positive perspective. You get to spend as much time as possible with your parents before they leave this world. As you grow into your adulthood, you must also remember your parents are aging as well. Thus, take this opportunity to appreciate them and bond with them while you still can. It is a good thing that your room has been converted into a storage facility instead of having it leased out to a complete stranger who would have probably messed it all up.